Ah, you sit here by me?
Glad." Mrs.Colton was exceedingly feeble, and her daughter appeared as a very old-fashioned girl in a stylish habit--an old daguerreotype sort of face, smooth, shiny and expressionless.
"We have all been talking about you," Colton said, as Henry sat down.
"Your mother and sister think you a very wonderful man, and my dear friend Witherspoon"-- "Brother Colton is from Maryland," Witherspoon remarked.
Colton laughed and ducked his head.

Ah, the listless wit of the rich! It may be pointless, but how laughable is the millionaire's joke.
"But, my dear young man, we are determined to have you with us," Colton declared, when he had recovered himself.

He nodded at Witherspoon.
"We are going to try," the great merchant replied.

"By the way, I told Brooks that we'd have to press Bradley & Adams, of Atchison, Kansas.
They are altogether too slow--there's no excuse for it." "None in the world; none whatever," Colton agreed.

He more than agreed, for there was alarm in his voice, and the alarm of an old miser is pitiable.