"I was anxiously asked the other day," said Hugh with a slight smile, "whether you had come home; and then told that Mr. Thorn was in Queechy. There is no mistake about it, for my imformant had actually seen him, and given him the direction to Mr. Plumfield's, for which he was inquiring."
"The direction to Mr. Plumfield's!" said Fleda.
"What's your old friend Mr. Carleton doing in New York?" said Charlton.
"Is he there still?" said Mrs. Rossitur.
"As large as life," answered her son.
"Which, though you might not suppose it, aunt Lucy, is about the height of Capt. Rossitur, with--I should judge--a trifle less weight."
"Your eyes are observant!" said Charlton.
"Of a good many things," said Fleda lightly.
"He is not my height by half an inch," said Charlton;--"I am just six feet without my boots."
"An excellent height!" said Fleda,--"'your six feet was ever the only height.'"