"Me--I'm only Larson, Perry Larson, ye know.

'T was Mr.Holly you see last night--him that I works for." "Then, where is Mr.Holly, please ?" faltered the boy, hurrying toward the barn door.

"Maybe he would know--about father.

Oh, there he is!" And David ran out of the barn and across the yard to the kitchen porch.
It was an unhappy ten minutes that David spent then.

Besides Mr.Holly, there were Mrs.Holly, and the man, Perry Larson.