"He will be in in a few minutes. You can come in and wait for him."
"I should like to do so."
The servant opened the door leading into a small reception room to the left of the front hall, and Scott, entering, seated himself.
The boy already referred to entered also. He was a very plain-looking youth with light red hair.
"Did you have business with Mr. Little?" he asked, curiously. "I am his son."
"Yes."
"Do you come from the store?"
"No."
"Perhaps you are meaning to apply for a place there?"
"I should be glad if your father would give me a place. I have just come from England. My mother was a cousin of Mr. Little."