He made his way slowly up Beaver St.looking for Little South, and passing what to him were a great many streets without finding that one.

As he drew near still another, his eye was taken with a man standing on the sidewalk before the corner house; a tall, personable, clean-looking man; who on his part looked first steadily at Winthrop and then came down to meet him, laughing and holding out his hand before he got near.
"How do you do ?" was his first cordial salutation.

-- "It's Mr.
Landholm! -- I knew it! -- I knew you, from your likeness to your brother.

We've been looking for you.

Come in, come in! How is your brother, Mr.Landholm ?" Winthrop was taken by surprise and could hardly say.
"I knew you as far off as I could see you -- I said to myself, 'That's Mr.Landholm!' I am very glad to see you, sir.