“Good-morning, sir, and thank you.”
“By the way,” the lawyer added, “I shall bear you in mind, and, should I have any work which I think you can do, I will send for you.”
“I shall be glad to serve you in any way, sir.”
So saying, Harry left the office. He was so much in a hurry to show his present at home that, though it was still early, he decided to take the next train, which would bring him home about noon.
His mother and Mr. Wilkins had just seated themselves at the dinner table when Harry entered.
“What! home already, Harry?” asked his mother, in surprise.
“I judge from your tone, mother, that you haven’t got enough dinner for me,” said Harry, gayly.
“If that’s the case, I’ll eat a little less,” said Uncle Obed. “But why didn’t you stay longer?”
“Because I got through with my business, and thought I might as well come home,” answered Harry.
By this time his mother’s eyes happened to fall on the silver chain displayed across his vest.