CHAPTER VII.
A PLEASANT EVENING.
"This is my house," said Ferguson, pausing at the gate.
Harry looked at it with interest.
It was a cottage, containing four rooms, and a kitchen in the ell part.

There was a plot of about a quarter of an acre connected with it.

Everything about it was neat, though very unpretentious.
"It isn't a palace," said Ferguson, "but," he added cheerfully, "it's a happy home, and from all I've read, that is more than can be said of some palaces.

Step right in and make yourself at home." They entered a tiny entry, and Mrs.Ferguson opened the door of the sitting-room.

She was a pleasant-looking woman, and her face wore a smile st welcome.
"Hannah," said Ferguson, "this is our new apprentice, Harry Walton." "I am glad to see you," she said, offering her hand.