No, Mr.Euston did not know how he happened to be in Homeville and employed by that queer old Mr.Harum, and living with him and his funny old sister; Mr.Lenox had not confided in him at all, and though very civil and pleasant, did not appear to wish to be communicative.
So our friend did not make his entrance that season into the drawing or dining rooms of any of what David called the "nabobs'" houses.

By the middle or latter part of October Homeville was deserted of its visitors and as many of that class of its regular population as had the means to go with and a place to go to.
It was under somewhat different auspices that John entered upon the second winter of his sojourn.

It has been made plain that his relations with his employer and the kind and lovable Polly were on a satisfactory and permanent footing.
"I'm dum'd," said David to Dick Larrabee, "if it hain't got putty near to the p'int when if I want to git anythin' out o' the common run out o' Polly, I'll have to ask John to fix it fer me.

She's like a cow with a calf," he declared.
"David sets all the store in the world by him," stated Mrs.Bixbee to a friend, "though he don't jest let on to--not in so many words.

He's got a kind of a notion that his little boy, if he'd lived, would 'a' ben like him some ways.