"Yes, sir."
"Then I'll hand you a note for him. Will you think to give it to him?"
"Yes, sir."
"I would stop myself, but I haven't time this evening."
"All right. I'll give it to him."
"Take good care of it, for there's money in it," said the man, as he passed it to the boy.
Money in it! This attracted Sam's attention, and excited his curiosity.
"I wonder how much there is in it," he thought to himself. "I wish it was mine. I could go to New York to-morrow if I only had it."
With this thought prominent in his mind, Sam entered the house. Mrs. Hopkins was at the table knitting, but the deacon was not to be seen.
"Where is the deacon?" asked Sam.