"Be seated, be seated and make yourself comfortable; make yourself at home," he said, pushing forward the chair out of which Baptiste had risen. Agnes was smiling pleasantly. She could see that the two were going to become friends, for both were so frank in their demeanor.
"Now, Aggie, you must prepare supper for Mr. Baptiste and myself," he said, taking hold of her arm.
"Oh, no," disdained Baptiste. "Don't think of it!"
"Now, now, my worthy friend," admonished Stewart, and then stopped. "Why—you have met my daughter?"
"Yes, we have met," they spoke in the same breath, exchanging glances.
"Then, while you fix us something good to eat, we will discuss our business."
They found no difficulty in reaching a bargain in regard to Bill, the bargain being that Bill was to board home and sleep there also; and the consideration was to be one dollar per day, and by the time this was completed, Agnes called them to supper.
"This is an unexpected pleasure, even though it be an intrusion," said Baptiste as he was gently urged into a seat.
"Ah-ha, and I see you have a sense of humor," whereupon Jack Stewart's eyes glistened humorously behind the old style glasses he wore. Baptiste colored unseen, while Agnes regarded him smilingly.
"We haven't much, but what is here you are welcome to," she said.