“Yes, sir. Would you like to see her?”
“I should like to do so. I am managing some business for her.”
Here he offered his card, which bore the name:—
“FRANCIS ROBINSON,
“Attorney at Law,
“Milwaukie.”
“Won’t you walk in, sir?” said Harry, considerably surprised.
“This is my mother,” he said, introducing the lawyer. “Mother, this is Mr. Robinson, of Milwaukie, who says he is attending to some business there for you.”
“Will you be seated, sir?” said Mrs. Raymond. “I had not heard your name, but I suppose it’s about the land warrant.”
“Yes, madam. I am glad to say that we have succeeded. I happened to be called East on business, and thought I would call in person, and communicate the favorable termination of our negotiation. I went first to the house of Squire Turner; but, learning that he is out of town for a day or two, inquired you out, and have great pleasure in being the first to impart the good news to you.”
“May I inquire,” said Harry, “how much my mother is likely to realize for the land warrant?”