"Yes — I stopped there a night."
"Did you see my boys?"
"Yes — I see 'em."
"Well — what did they say?" said the father, with his eye alive.
"Well — not much," said Mr. Underhill.
"They were well, I suppose?"
"First-rate — only Winthrop looked to me as if he was workin' pretty hard. He's poorer, by some pounds, I guess, than he was when he was to hum last August."
"Didn't he look as usual?" said the father with a smothered anxiety.
"There wa'n't no other change in him, that I could see, of no kind. I didn't know as Rufus was going to know who I was, at first."
"He hasn't seen much of you for some time."