They were Mark Manning and his father.
Little reason as he had to like either, they reminded him of home, and
he felt pleased to meet them.
He instantly crossed the cabin, and offered his hand to his stepfather,
who had not yet seen him.
"When did you arrive, Mr. Manning?" he asked.
"Why, it is Frank!" exclaimed Mr. Manning, with an appearance of
cordiality. "Mark, do you see Frank?"
"Yes, I see him," replied Mark, coldly.
"Haven't you anything to say to him?" asked his father, who was much
more of a gentleman than his son.
"How are you?" said Mark, indifferently.
"Thank you for your kind inquiry," said Frank, more amused than vexed,
for he cared very little for his stepbrother's friendship. "I am in very
good health."
"And how are you getting along?" asked his stepfather, with an
appearance of interest. "Are you in any business?"
"Yes," answered Frank.
"What are you doing?' asked Mark, inspired a little by curiosity.
"I am agent for a wholesale tea house in New York," Frank answered,
briefly.
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Mark, rather impressed. "What is the name
of the firm?"
"The Great Pekin Tea Company.
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