Tom was ushered into a handsome parlor, and took his seat on a sofa.
"This is rather ahead of the room old Jacob and I used to live in," he thought. "I didn't make many fashionable calls then."
He was interrupted by the entrance of Bessie herself, who advanced frankly, and welcomed him with evident pleasure.
"I'm glad you didn't forget to call, Gilbert," she said.
"I wanted to see you again," said Tom, with unconventional frankness.
"I'm glad you did. I want to introduce you to papa."
"Is he at home?"
"No, he won't be home till supper time. But, of course, you'll stay to supper?"
"I don't know," said Tom, awkwardly.
"Papa told me to invite you. He expects you."