"I found you lying by the side of the road about half-past eight
in the evening. I suppose you don't remember my picking you up?"
"No, sir."
"You were insensible. I was afraid at first you were frozen.
But I brought you home, and, thanks to Providence, you are all
right again."
"Where is my fiddle?" asked Phil, anxiously.
"It is safe. There it is on the piano."
Phil was relieved to see that his faithful companion was safe.
He looked upon it as his stock in trade, for without it he would
not have known how to make his livelihood.
He dressed quickly, and was soon seated at the doctor's
well-spread table. He soon showed that, in spite of his exposure
and narrow escape from death, he had a hearty appetite. Mrs.
Drayton saw him eat with true motherly pleasure, and her natural
love of children drew her toward our young hero, and would have
done so even had he been less attractive.
"Joseph," she said, addressing her husband, "I want to speak to
you a moment."
He followed her out of the room.
"Well, my dear?" he said.
"I want to ask a favor."
"It is granted in advance."
"Perhaps you will not say so when you know what it is."
"I can guess it.
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