"No, I will call and see him this evening, as he requests."
"But it will do no good."
"I want to find out how much he is willing to give. I shan't let him know that the land is sold till he has made an offer."
"Don't say anything to provoke Cousin Ferguson, Fred."
"Don't worry, mother. I will be perfectly respectful."
About half-past seven Fred rang the bell at the door of the house on East Thirty-Ninth Street. Evidently he was expected, for, on his inquiring for Mr. Ferguson, he was shown at once into the presence of his rich relation.
"Good evening, Frederick," said Mr. Ferguson, With unusual graciousness. "How is your mother?"
"Very well, thank you, sir."
"I hope you are getting along comfortably."
"Yes, sir; we have no right to complain."