"
"That is well!" returned Mr. Jennings, looking
relieved. "Now I will leave you for a few
moments. You will find water and towels,
in case you wish to wash before dinner."
Carl was glad of the opportunity. He was
particular about his personal appearance, and
he felt hot and dusty. He bathed his face and
hands, carefully dusted his suit, brushed his
hair, and was ready to descend when he heard
the tinkling of a small bell at the foot of the
front stairs.
He readily found his way into the neat dining-
room at the rear of the parlor. Mr. Jennings
sat at the head of the table, a little giant,
diminutive in stature, but with broad shoulders,
a large head, and a powerful frame. Opposite
him sat Hannah, tall, stiff and upright
as a grenadier. She formed a strange contrast
to her employer.
"I wonder what made him hire such a tall
woman?" thought Carl. "Being so small himself,
her size makes him look smaller."
There was a chair at one side, placed for
Carl.
"Sit down there, Carl," said Mr. Jennings.
"I won't keep you waiting any longer than
I can help. What have you given us to-day, Hannah?"
"Roast beef," answered Hannah in her deep tones.
"There is nothing better."
The host cut off a liberal slice for Carl,
and passed the plate to Hannah, who supplied
potatoes, peas and squash. Carl's mouth fairly
watered as he watched the hospitable preparations
for his refreshment.
"I never trouble myself about what we are
to have on the table," said Mr. Jennings.
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