“Please, sir,” said Hesper, curtseying, “can you tell me where my brother, Moses Greyson is?”
“I will see,” he replied, and he went to Mr. Brown, the overseer.
“Follow me, my little lady,” said Mr. Brown, “and I will point him out to you. The poor fellow was pretty well tired, and I told him he had better rest awhile.”
They went out of the mill, and passed along the borders of the stream, by which the machinery was turned.
“There he is, yonder,” said Mr. Brown, and as Hesper looked in the direction in which he pointed, she saw Mose sitting upon a log near the mill-dam. She thanked Mr. Brown as he left her, and then stole up softly behind her brother. He had an old coat thrown over his shoulders—his elbows rested upon his knees, and his face was covered with his hands.
“Poor fellow,” thought Hesper, “how tired and hungry he must be!” She gathered up her great shawl, and then clasped her arm closely about his neck.
“What are you thinking about, Mose?” she said cheerfully, as she laid her warm cheek against his.
“Why Hesper!” he exclaimed, in perfect astonishment, “in the name of all that is wonderful how came you here.”
“To bring you some supper, Mose,” she replied, as she displayed her little tin pail, and roll of bread and meat.