“Squire Griffiths is not quite so wise as Solomon,” answered Allen Barclay, laughing, “though he looks so with his glasses on. Well, I am glad you came out all right. When shall you be ready to commence?”
“I will go in on Monday morning.”
“Very well. Then I will pack up my trunk and prepare to leave Portville by the three P. M. train.”
“I wish you were going to remain here; I shall be lonely.”
“Thank you for the compliment. I like Portville well enough, but the air is too bracing. However,” he added, in a lighter tone, “I leave behind me one who will solace you for my loss.”
“I don’t know to whom you refer,” said Walter, mystified.
“To whom could I refer but Miss Jones?”
“The young lady with ringlets,” said Walter, smiling. “I didn’t know you were interested in that quarter.”
“I won’t say whether I am or not. Be that as it may, I resign her willingly to you.”
“She pays me very little attention compared with you.”