"How are you, John?" he exclaimed.
"Why, if it isn't Tom," returned Miles, his face showing the joy he felt. "And here's Mr. Ferguson, too."
Then there ensued a hearty shaking of hands, followed by the question, "When did you get here?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
"And you came straight to me. That's good."
"So it is; but it's an accident. We had no idea where you were. So you are a grocer, John. Is the place yours?"
"If it is, then I've changed my name," said Miles, pointing to the sign bearing the name:—
JOHN SCHINKELWITZ.
"The first name's right, at any rate," said Tom, laughing. "I suppose you are the clerk, then."
"Yes."