When he turned, at the opening of the door, and saw who his visitor was, he naturally concluded that Harry had come about the land warrant.
“I haven’t heard anything more about your mother’s Western land,” he said. “When I do I will let you know.”
“Thank you,” said Harry; “but that is not what I have come about.”
“Very well,” said the squire, a little surprised; “you can state your business.”
At this moment James Turner came in hastily.
“Father, I want a dollar,” he said.
“What for?”
“To buy a bat and ball.”
“Wait a minute or two. I am busy.”
James looked at Harry superciliously, as if to imply that his business could not be of any particular importance, and took a seat.