Preston. He decided to walk
one way, not wishing to incur the expenses of two railroad fares.
The distance was considerable, and it was nearly eight o'clock
when he arrived at his destination.
Paul found himself standing before a handsome house of brown
stone. He ascended the steps, and inquired, on the door being
opened, if Mr. Preston was at home.
"I'll see," said the servant.
She returned in a short time, and said: "He says you may come
upstairs."
Paul followed the servant, who pointed out a door at the head of
the first staircase.
Paul knocked, and, hearing "Come in" from within, he opened the
door and entered.
He found himself in a spacious chamber, handsomely furnished.
Mr. Preston, in dressing-gown and slippers, sat before a
cheerful, open fire.
"Come and sit down by the fire," he said, sociably.
"Thank you, sir, I am warm with walking," and Paul took a seat
near the door.
"I am one of the cold kind," said Mr. Preston, "and have a fire
earlier than most people. You come about the shirts, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir."
"Will your mother undertake them?"
"With pleasure, sir. She can no longer get work from the shop."
"Business dull, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir.
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