"
"You don't say!" ejaculated Deborah, letting her stocking drop in
sheer amazement.
"Yes, I do. It's a positive fact."
"You must be a smart clerk!"
"Well, it isn't for me to say," said Ferdinand, laughing.
"When be you goin' out?"
"In a week, but I thought I must come and bid you good-by first."
"I'm real glad to see you, Ferdinand," said Aunt Deborah, the more
warmly because she considered him so prosperous that she would have
no call to help him. But here she was destined to find herself
mistaken.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AUNT AND NEPHEW.
"I don't think I can come here till to-morrow, Aunt Deborah," said
Ferdinand, a little later. "I'll stay at the hotel to-night, and
come round with my baggage in the morning."
"Very well, nephew, but now you're here, you must stay to tea."
"Thank you, aunt, I will."
"I little thought this mornin', I should have Henry's son to tea,"
said Aunt Deborah, half to herself. "You don't look any like him,
Ferdinand."
"No, I don't think I do."
"It's curis too, for you was his very picter when you was a boy."
"I've changed a good deal since then, Aunt Deborah," said her nephew,
a little uneasily.
"So you have, to be sure. Now there's your hair used to be almost
black, now it's brown. Really I can't account for it," and Aunt
Deborah surveyed the young man over her spectacles.
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