Like the stars of the morning,
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine—'"
"Mr. Herring, sir, breakfast's most ready."
"So am I," answered Wade, throwing open the door. "It certainly smells good, Zephania. Got lots of coffee?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Herring."
"Herrick, Zephania."
"Yes, sir; excuse me; Herrick."
After breakfast Zene, as his father and Zephania called him, or Zenas Third, as he was known to the Village, appeared with Wade's trunk on a wheelbarrow. Zenas Third was a big, broad-shouldered youth of twenty with a round, freckled, smiling face and eager yellow-brown eyes. He always reminded Wade of an amiable animated pumpkin. Wade got his fishing tackle out of the trunk and he and Zenas Third started off for a day's fishing.
They took the road past The Cedars, Wade viewing the house on the chance of seeing the ladies. But although he failed and was a little disappointed he did not escape observation himself.