Alger, Horatio | The Errand Boy

”Mrs. Forbush will think I take strange liberties with you, sir.“ ”I don't object to good advice, even from a boy. But who is this?“ Julia had just entered the room. She was a bright, attractive girl, but held back bashfully until her mother said: ”Julia, this is Uncle Oliver Carter. You have heard me speak of him.“ ”Yes, mamma.“ ”And scold about him, I dare say. Well, Julia, come and give your old uncle a kiss.

Julia blushed, but obeyed her uncle's request. ”I should know she was your child, Rebecca. She looks as you did at her age.

Now tell me, have you any engagement this morning, you two?“ ”No, Uncle Oliver.“ ”Then I will find one for you. I have a carriage at the door. You will please put on