for it was nearly time for the carriage to come around.
They drove over to Beach House in a big yellow barouche drawn by a pair of grays, fat from little exercise and good feeding. As they rolled through the narrow streets, people came to their doors and looked after them, and said wonderingly—"There be Sir John Tremayne, but who 's the little lad?"
Dr. May was very polite to his visitor, and when Sir John said at parting—"I hope you will let your nephew pay me another visit very shortly—" he said he should be most delighted, and thanked him for his kindness with every sign of gratitude and respect. And Paul was not scolded.
Paul paid a great many visits to Sir John in the next month. Every time he saw the old Baronet he seemed to love him more. Paul had grown to know the place quite well now. He liked to
