A colored servant opened the door.
"Is Mr. Percival at home?" he asked.
"Yas, sah."
"I should like to see him."
"What name, sah?"
"Frank Courtney."
"Step in, sah, and I will 'form Mr. Percival," said the colored servant,
in a consequential tone that amused Frank.
Frank stepped into the hall, but he was not left long without attention.
Little Freddie ran downstairs, eagerly calling out:
"Did you come to see me, Frank?"
"Yes," answered Frank, smiling; "but I came to see your grandfather,
too."
"Come, and I will show you where he is," said the little boy, taking
Frank's hand.
The two went up the staircase and into a handsomely furnished room, made
attractive by pictures and books.
In a large armchair sat a pleasant-looking elderly man, of about sixty.
"Grandpa," said the little boy, "this is Frank. He wants to see you."
Mr. Percival smiled.
"I am glad to see you, Frank," he said. "It seems, my boy, that you are
already acquainted with my daughter and grandson."
"Yes, sir. I was fortunate enough to meet them to-day."
"You relieved my daughter from some embarrassment."
"I am glad to have had the opportunity, sir.
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