“I don’t believe Mrs. Ross will be very glad to see her uncle,” thought Harry; “and I’m sure Philip won’t.”
“I will show you the way, sir, if you wish,” said Harry, politely.
“I wish you would, if it isn’t too much trouble,” said the old man.
“Oh, no trouble at all,” said Harry.
“You seem to be a very obliging boy. What is your name?”
“Harry Gilbert.”
“Are your parents living?”
“My mother is living, but my father’s dead—that is, we expect he is. He was a sea captain, and never came back from his last voyage.”
“Did he leave your mother well off?” asked the old man, gazing attentively at Harry.
Harry thought him rather inquisitive for a stranger, but credited him with good motives, and answered, readily: