"Take hold now, then," said Winthrop, "and set this up straight; and then see if you can get a sixpenny worth of rope anywhere."
The man went off, and Winthrop gathered up his stray possessions from the street and the gutter and with some difficulty got them in their places again; and then stood mounting guard over the wheelbarrow and baggage until the coming of the rope; thinking perhaps how little he had to take care of and how strange it was there should be any difficulty in his doing it.
More care, or an evener way, brought them at last, without further mishap, to Diamond St., and along Diamond St. to Mr. Forriner's house and store. Both in the same building; large and handsome enough, at least as large and handsome as its neighbours; the store taking the front of the ground floor. Mr. Forriner stood in the doorway taking a look at the day, which probably he thought promised him little custom; for his face was very much the colour of the weather.
Winthrop stopped the wheelbarrow before the house; went up and named his name.
"Winthrop Landholm!" — the touch of Mr. Forriner's hand said nothing at all unless it were in the negative; — "how d'ye do, sir. Come to make a visit in Mannahatta?"
"No, sir. I have come here to stay."
"Ah! — hum. Sister well?"
"Very well, sir."
"Left home yesterday?"
"No sir — three days ago."