CHAPTER XV.
Mr. JENNINGS AT HOME.
Mr. Jennings did not need to open the door. He had scarcely set foot onthe front step when it was opened from inside, and Carl found a freshsurprise in store for him. A woman, apparently six feet in height,stood on the threshold. Her figure was spare and ungainly, and her facesingularly homely, but the absence of beauty was partially made up by akindly expression. She looked with some surprise at Carl.
"This is a young friend of mine, Hannah," said her master. "Welcome himfor my sake."
"I am glad to see you," said Hannah, in a voice that was anotheramazement. It was deeper than that of most men.
As she spoke, she held out a large masculine hand, which Carl took, asseemed to be expected.
"Thank you," said Carl.
"What am I to call you?" asked Hannah.
"Carl Crawford."
"That's a strange name."
"It is not common, I believe."
"You two will get acquainted by and by," said Mr. Jennings. "The mostinteresting question at present is, when will dinner be ready?"
"In ten minutes," answered Hannah, promptly.
"Carl and I are both famished. We have had considerable exercise,"here he nodded at Carl with a comical look, and Carl understood that hereferred in part to his contest with the tramp.
Hannah disappeared into the kitchen, and Mr. Jennings said: "Comeupstairs, Carl. I will show you your room."
Up an old-fashioned stairway Carl followed his host, and the latteropened the door of a side room on the first landing. It was not large,but was neat and comfortable. There was a cottage bedstead, a washstand,a small bureau and a couple of chairs.
"I hope you will come to feel at home here," said Mr. Jennings, kindly.
"Thank you, sir. I am sure I shall," Carl responded, gratefully.
"There are some nails to hang your clothing on," went on Mr. Jennings,and then he stopped short, for it was clear that Carl's small gripsackcould not contain an extra suit, and he felt delicate at calling up inthe boy's mind the thought of his poverty.
"Thank you, sir," said Carl. "I left my trunk at the house of a friend,and if you should succeed in finding me a place, I will send for it."
"That is well!" returned Mr. Jennings, looking relieved. "Now I willleave you for a few moments. You will find water and towels, in case youwish to wash before dinner."
Carl was glad of the opportunity. He was particular about his personalappearance, and he felt hot and dusty. He bathed his face and hands,carefully dusted his suit, brushed his hair, and was ready to descendwhen he heard the tinkling of a small bell at the foot of the frontstairs.
He readily found his way into the neat dining-room at the rear of theparlor. Mr. Jennings sat at the head of the table, a little giant,diminutive in stature, but with broad shoulders, a large head, and apowerful frame. Opposite him sat Hannah, tall, stiff and upright as agrenadier. She formed a strange contrast to her employer.
"I wonder what made him hire such a tall woman?" thought Carl. "Being sosmall 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 anylonger 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 toHannah, who supplied potatoes, peas and squash. Carl's mouth fairlywatered as he watched the hospitable preparations for his refreshment.
"I never trouble myself about what we are to have on the table," saidMr. Jennings. "Hannah always sees to that. She's knows just what I want.She is a capital cook, too, Hannah is."
Hannah looked pleased at this compliment.
"You are easily pleased, master," she said.
"I should be hard to suit if I were not pleased with your cooking.You don't know so well Carl's taste, but if there is anything he likesparticularly he can tell you."
"You are very kind, sir," said Carl.
"There are not many men who would treat a poor boy so considerately," hethought. "He makes me an honored guest."
When dinner was over, Mr. Jennings invited Carl to accompany him on awalk. They passed along the principal street, nearly every person theymet giving the little man a cordial greeting.
"He seems to be very popular," thought Carl.
At length they reached the manufactory. Mr. Jennings went into theoffice, followed by Carl.
A slender, dark-complexioned man, about thirty-five years of age, sat ona stool at a high desk. He was evidently the bookkeeper.
"Any letters, Mr. Gibbon?" asked Mr. Jennings.
"Yes, sir; here are four."
"Where are they from?"
"From New York, Chicago, Pittsburg and New Haven."
"What do they relate to?"
"Orders. I have handed them to Mr. Potter."
Potter, as Carl afterwards learned, was superintendent of themanufactory, and had full charge of practical details.
"Is there anything requiring my personal attention?"
"No, sir; I don't think so."
"By the way, Mr. Gibbon, let me introduce you to a young friend ofmine--Carl Crawford."
The bookkeeper rapidly scanned Carl's face and figure. It seemed to Carlthat the scrutiny was not a friendly one.
"I am glad to see you," said Mr. Gibbon, coldly.
"Thank you, sir."
"By the way, Mr. Jennings," said the bookkeeper, "I have a favor to askof you."
"Go on, Mr. Gibbon," rejoined his employer, in a cordial tone.
"Two months since you gave my nephew, Leonard Craig, a place in thefactory."
"Yes; I remember."
"I don't think the work agrees with him."
"He seemed a strong, healthy boy."
"He has never been used to confinement, and it affects himunpleasantly."
"Does he wish to resign his place?"
"I have been wondering whether you would not be willing to transfer himto the office. I could send him on errands, to the post office, and makehim useful in various ways."
"I had not supposed an office boy was needed. Still, if you desire it, Iwill try your nephew in the place."
"Thank you, sir."
"I am bound to tell you, however, that his present place is a betterone. He is learning a good trade, which, if he masters it, will alwaysgive him a livelihood. I learned a trade, and owe all I have to that."
"True, Mr. Jennings, but there are other ways of earning a living."
"Certainly."
"And I thought of giving Leonard evening instruction in bookkeeping."
"That alters the case. Good bookkeepers are always in demand. I have noobjection to your trying the experiment."
"Thank you, sir."
"Have you mentioned the matter to your nephew?"
"I just suggested that I would ask you, but could not say what answeryou would give."
"It would have been better not to mention the matter at all till youcould tell him definitely that he could change his place."
"I don't know but you are right, sir. However, it is all right now."
"Now, Carl," said Mr. Jennings, "I will take you into the workroom."
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