"What!" stammered Mr. Drummond.
Mrs. Blake repeated her statement.
"Didn't you say you bought the shawl of the boy?" asked Mr. Drummond, with a sickly hue of disappointment overspreading his face.
"Yes, but it was not that boy."
"That is the only boy I have in my employment."
"Come to think of it, I believe it was your son," said Mrs. Blake. "Isn't he a little older than this boy?"
"My son,—Joshua!" exclaimed Mr. Drummond.
"Yes, I think it must be he. He's got rather an old-looking face, with freckles and reddish hair; isn't so good-looking as this boy."
"Joshua!" repeated Mr. Drummond, bewildered. "He doesn't tend in the store."
"It was about dinner-time," said Mrs. Blake. "He was the only one here."