"I will, Miss Norris."
"Do you live in Albany?"
Carl explained that he was traveling on business, and should leave the next day if he could get through.
"How far are you going?"
"To Chicago."
"Can you attend to some business for me there?"
"Yes, if it won't take too long a time."
"Good! Come round to my house to supper at six o'clock, and I will tell you about it. Henry, write my address on a piece of paper, and give it to this young man."
Henry Norris smiled, and did as his aunt requested.
"You have considerable confidence in this young man?" he said.
"I have."
"You may be mistaken."
"Rachel Norris is not often mistaken."
"I will accept your invitation with pleasure, Miss Norris," said Carl, bowing politely.
"Now, as I have some business to attend to, I will bid you both good-morning."
As Carl went out, Miss Norris said: "Henry, that is a remarkable boy."
"I think favorably of him myself. He is in the employ of an old schoolmate of mine, Henry Jennings, of Milford. By the way, what business are you going to put into his hands?"
"A young man who has a shoe store on State Street has asked me for a loan of two thousand dollars to extend his business. His name is John French, and his mother was an old schoolmate of mine, though some years younger. Now I know nothing of him. If he is a sober, steady, industrious young man, I may comply with his request. This boy will investigate and report to me."
"And you will be guided by his report?"
"Probably."
"Aunt Rachel, you are certainly very eccentric."
"I may be, but I am not often deceived."
"Well, I hope you won't be this time. The boy seems to me a very good boy, but you can't put an old head on young shoulders."
"Some boys have more sense than men twice their age."
"You don't mean me, I hope, Aunt Rachel," said Mr. Norris, smiling.
"Indeed, I don't. I shall not flatter you by speaking of you as only twice this boy's age."
"I see, Aunt Rachel, there is no getting the better of you."
Meanwhile Carl was making business calls.
He obtained a map of the city, and located the different firms on which he proposed to call.
He had been furnished with a list by Mr. Jennings. He was everywhere pleasantly received --in some places with an expression of surprise at his youth--but when he began to talk he proved to be so well informed upon the subject of his call that any prejudice excited by his age quickly vanished. He had the satisfaction of securing several unexpectedly large orders for the chair, and transmitting them to Mr. Jennings by the afternoon mail.
He got through his business at four o'clock, and rested for an hour or more at his hotel.
Then he arranged his toilet, and set out for the residence of Miss Rachel Norris.
It was rather a prim-looking, three-story house, such as might be supposed to belong to a maiden lady. He was ushered into a sitting-room on the second floor, where Miss Norris soon joined him.
"I am glad to see you, my young friend," she said, cordially. "You are in time."
"I always try to be, Miss Norris."
"It is a good way to begin."
Here a bell rang.
"Supper is ready," she said. "Follow me downstairs."
Carl followed the old lady to the rear room on the lower floor. A small table was set in the center of the apartment.
"Take a seat opposite me," said Miss Norris.
There were two other chairs, one on each side--Carl wondered for whom they were set.
No sooner were he and Miss Norris seated than two large cats approached the table, and jumped up, one into each chair. Carl looked to see them ordered away, but instead, Miss Norris nodded pleasantly, saying: "That's right, Jane and Molly, you are punctual at meals."
The two cats eyed their mistress gravely, and began to purr contentedly.
