don't ye send the man ter Uncle Frank an' Aunt Jane? Maybe they'd take
him."

"The very thing!" cried Miss Flora Blaisdell. "I wouldn't wonder a
mite if they did."

"Yes, I was thinking of them," nodded her sister-in-law. "And they're
always glad of a little help,--especially Jane."

"Anybody should be," observed Mr. James Blaisdell quietly.

Only the heightened color in his wife's cheeks showed that she had
heard--and understood.

"Here, Benny," she directed, "go and show the gentleman where Uncle
Frank lives."

"All right!" With a spring the boy leaped to the lawn and pranced to
the sidewalk, dancing there on his toes. "I'll show ye, Mr. Smith."

The gentleman addressed rose to his feet.

"I thank you, Mr. Blaisdell," he said, "and you, ladies. I shall hope
to see you again soon. I am sure you can help me, if you will, in my
work. I shall want to ask--some questions."

"Certainly, sir, certainly! We shall be glad to see you," promised his
host. "Come any time, and ask all the questions you want to."

"And we shall be so interested," fluttered Miss Flora. "I've always