"I do believe Cousin Hamilton has come.

Now we shall find out whether this boy's story is true." "Let's go downstairs, ma! I hope it's all a mistake and she'll send me for a policeman." "I am afraid the boy's story is correct.

But his day will be short." When they reached the hall, Mrs.Hamilton had already been admitted to the house.
"There's a boy in the drawing room, Mrs.Hamilton," said Mrs.Hill, "who says he is to stay here--that you sent for him." "Has he come already ?" returned Mrs.Hamilton.

"I am glad of it." "Then you did send for him ?" "Of course.

Didn't I mention it to you?
I hardly expected he would come so soon." She opened the door of the drawing room, and approached Ben, with extended hand and a pleasant smile.
"Welcome to New York, Ben," she said.