"I live in Colebrook, the village close by. I was walking from
Somerset."

"I should like to know the name of the one who has done me so great
a service."

"We will exchange names, if you like," said Grant, smiling. "My name
is Grant Thornton. I am the son of Rev. John Thornton, who is
minister in Colebrook."

"So you are a minister's son. I have always heard that minister's
sons are apt to be wild," said the girl, smiling mischievously.

"I am an exception," said Grant, demurely.

"I am ready to believe it," returned his companion. "My name is
Carrie Clifton; my mother is a minister's daughter, so I have a
right to think well of ministers' families."

"How long have you been boarding in this neighborhood, Miss Carrie?"

"Only a week. I am afraid I shan't dare to stay here any longer."

"It is not often you would meet with such an adventure as this. I
hope you won't allow it to frighten you away."

"Do you know that drunken man? Does he live nearby?"

"I think he is a stranger--a tramp. I never saw him before, and I