“There—the one that is just coming along.”
“That boy? Why, he isn’t dressed as well as our coachman’s son!”
“I can’t help that; he’s a nice fellow. Bob, come here; I want you.”
“You surely are not going to invite that common boy into the yard?” protested George hastily.
“Why not? He has been here more than once.”
By this time Robert had reached the gate.
Herbert jumped up and ran to open it.
“I am glad to see you, Robert,” said Herbert cordially. “Are you in a hurry?”
“No, Herbert.”
“Then come in and have a game of croquet.”