“Yes,” said Joshua.
“I suppose you live in the city?”
“Yes; that is, I do now,” answered Joshua, flattered again at being mistaken for an old resident of New York.
“I am a stranger in the city,” said the other; “I live in the country. I came up here on a little business. I never was in the park before.”
“Weren’t you?” asked Joshua, with the air of one who had visited it a great many times.
“No; I like it very much. It reminds me of the country where I live.”
“It is very pretty, we city people think,” said Joshua, swelling with satisfaction as he classed himself among the city people.
“I ought to like it,” said the stranger, laughing, “for I have had a piece of great good luck here this morning.”
“Indeed!” said Joshua, pricking up his ears, with curiosity.
“I was walking just above here, when I found this in the path.”