"
"I see, sir."
"Shall I take you to your house, Mr. Jennings?"
asked Leach.
"Yes, if you please."
Leach drove on till he reached a two-story
building of Quaker-like simplicity but with a
large, pleasant yard in front, with here and
there a bed of flowers. Here he stopped his horse.
"We have reached our destination, Carl,"
said Mr. Jennings. "You are active. Jump
out and I will follow."
Carl needed no second invitation. He sprang
from the carriage and went forward to help
Mr. Jennings out.
"No, thank you, Carl," said the little man.
"I am more active than you think. Here we are!"
He descended nimbly to the ground, and,
drawing a one-dollar bill from his pocket,
handed it to the driver.
"I don't like to take it, Mr. Jennings," said
Mr. Leach.
"Why not? The laborer is worthy of his hire.
Now, Carl, let us go into the house."
CHAPTER XV.
Mr. JENNINGS AT HOME.
Mr. Jennings did not need to open the door.
He had scarcely set foot on the front step when
it was opened from inside, and Carl found a
fresh surprise in store for him. A woman,
apparently six feet in height, stood on the
threshold. Her figure was spare and ungainly,
and her face singularly homely, but the absence
of beauty was partially made up by a kindly
expression. She looked with some surprise at Carl.
"This is a young friend of mine, Hannah,"
said her master. "Welcome him for my sake."
"I am glad to see you," said Hannah,
in a voice that was another amazement.
It was deeper than that of most men.
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