About an hour after dinner Ben Newcome came to the door of the Poor House and inquired for Paul.
Mrs. Mudge was in one of her crusty moods.
“You'd better let me see him,” said Ben, sturdily.
“I should like to know what's going to happen if I don't,” said Mrs. Mudge, with wrathful eyes, and arms akimbo.
“I shall go home and report to my father,” said Ben, coolly.
“Who is your father?” asked Mrs. Mudge, for she did not recognize her visitor.
“My father's name is Newcome--Squire Newcome, some call him.”
Now it so happened that Squire Newcome was Chairman of the Overseers of the Poor, and in that capacity might remove Mr. Mudge from office if he pleased. Accordingly Mrs. Mudge softened down at once, on learning that Ben was his son.
“Oh,” said she, “I didn't know who it was. I thought it might be some idle boy from the village who would only take Paul from his work, but if you have a message from your father----”
This she said to ascertain whether he really had any message or not, but Ben, who had in fact come without his father's knowledge, only bowed, and said, in a patronizing manner, “I accept your apology, Mrs. Mudge. Will you have the goodness to send Paul out?”
“Won't you step in?” asked Mrs. Mudge with unusual politeness.
He was very glad to meet his schoolmate and playfellow, Ben, who by his gayety, spiced though it was with roguery, had made himself a general favorite in school.
“I say, Paul,” said Ben, “I'm sorry to find you in such a place.”
“It isn't very pleasant,” said Paul, rather soberly.
“And that woman--Mrs. Mudge--she looks as if she might be a regular spitfire, isn't she?”
“I only wish the old gentleman--meaning of course, the Squire--would take you to live with me. I want a fellow to play with. But I say, Paul, go and get your hat, and we'll go out for a walk.”
“I don't know what Mrs. Mudge will say,” said Paul, who had just come from turning the handle of a churn.
“Just call Mrs. Mudge, and I'll manage it.”
Mrs. Mudge being summoned, made her appearance at the door.
“I presume, ma'am,” said Ben, confidently, “you will have no objection to Paul's taking a walk with me while I deliver the message I am entrusted with.”
“Certainly,” said Mrs. Mudge, rather unwillingly, but not venturing to refuse.