If a dollar will pay you, the boy and I will ride with you."
"It will be so much gain, as I don't go out of my way."
"You can take the back seat, Carl," said Mr. Jennings.
"I will sit with Mr. Leach."
They were soon seated and on their way.
"Relative of yours, Mr. Jennings?" asked Leach, with a backward glance at Carl.
Like most country folks, he was curious about people. Those who live in cities meet too many of their kind to feel an interest in strangers.
"No; a young friend," answered Jennings, briefly.
"Goin' to visit you?"
"Yes, I think he will stay with me for a time."
Then the conversation touched upon Milford matters in which at present Carl was not interested.
After his fatiguing walk our hero enjoyed the sensation of riding. The road was a pleasant one, the day was bright with sunshine and the air vocal with the songs of birds. For a time houses were met at rare intervals, but after a while it became evident that they were approaching a town of considerable size.
"Is this Milford, Mr. Jennings?" asked Carl.
"Yes," answered the little man, turning with a pleasant smile.
"How large is it?"
"I think there are twelve thousand inhabitants.
It is what Western people call a `right smart place.'
It has been my home for twenty years, and I am much attached to it."
"And it to you, Mr. Jennings," put in the driver.
"That is pleasant to hear," said Jennings, with a smile.
"It is true. There are few people here whom you have not befriended."
"That is what we are here for, is it not?"
"I wish all were of your opinion. Why, Mr. Jennings, when we get a city charter I think I know who will be the first mayor."
"Not I, Mr. Leach. My own business is all I can well attend to. Thank you for your compliment, though. Carl, do you see yonder building?"
He pointed to a three-story structure, a frame building, occupying a prominent position.
"Yes, sir."
"That is my manufactory. What do you think of it?"
"I shouldn't think a town of this size would require so large an establishment," answered Carl.
Mr. Jennings laughed.
"You are right," he said. "If I depended on Milford trade, a very small building would be sufficient. My trade is outside. I supply many dealers in New York City and at the West. My retail trade is small. If any of my neighbors want furniture they naturally come to me, and I favor them as to price out of friendly feeling, but I am a manufacturer and wholesale dealer."
"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."
