She set the tea once more on the stove, and the bread and pie were also placed on the hearth of the stove to keep warm.
“Your father must be hungry,” she said to Katy, “as it is so late.”
Harry went out of the gate, and walked slowly up the road in the direction of his father’s probable return. He strained his eyes to see through the gathering twilight, but could see nothing of his father. Rather surprised at this, he kept on, until he happened to meet in the street Hiram Payson, who he knew had also been employed on Doctor Lamson’s house.
“Good-evening, Mr. Payson,” he said.
“Good-evening, Harry; where are you going? To the store?”
“No; I thought I would come out and see if I could meet my father.”
“Meet your father? Why, where has he gone?”
“He hasn’t got home from work yet. Did you start before him?”
“No; he started before me.”
“He did!” exclaimed Harry, in surprise. “What time was that?”