Traverse called at the house, and tapped lightly
at the door of Mr. Sherwood's room.
"Ah! Traverse, is that you? Glad to see you," said Mr. Sherwood. "I was
just wishing that someone would come in. The girls are out, and Jarvis is
outside rattling among the dishes, and there is not a soul to speak to.
Take a seat and be comfortable; the girls will soon be home, I expect."
"I did not come to see the girls this time, Mr. Sherwood," said Guy,
smiling. "I knew they were out, met them in a store down town, so came upon
purpose to catch you alone."
"Well, that is good of you, Traverse; it is intolerably slow to be cooped
up here all day, not sick enough to stay in bed, and not well enough to be
moved about. Any news?"
"I have not read the day's papers yet," and he pulled them out of his
pocket, and tossed them on a table near. "You can look up the news yourself
by and by. I have come to have a talk with you this afternoon, Mr.
Sherwood, and to ask a favor. I hope you are sufficiently acquainted with
me by this time to grant me this favor, without taking much time to
consider the matter. I presume you have guessed that my frequent visits
here are due to something more than the friendship I feel for yourself,"
and he smiled down at Mr.
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