“Come in, Joshua,” said Sam.
“Where have you been gone so long?” demanded the proprietor of the establishment, addressing Sam rather sharply.
“I met a friend from the country,” answered Sam, blushing a little at being thus addressed before Joshua. “I thought he might need a pair of slippers.”
“Oh, very well,” said the proprietor, more graciously. “I am glad to see you, sir.”
“My friend’s name is Drummond, Mr. Craven,” said Sam. “Joshua, Mr. Craven.”
“Glad to see you, Mr. Drummond,” said Mr. Craven, offering his hand.
“Much obliged,” said Joshua, awkwardly.
“Your friend will show you some slippers. I guess we can fit you.”
“I don’t know as I shall need any slippers,” commenced Joshua, but he was quickly interrupted by Sam.
“Oh, yes you will!” he said. “You need ’em in the evening.”