CHAPTER IV.
WARS AND RUMORS OF WAR We sent our carriage down to Wallingford that evening and had my new friend, Mr.Orme, out to Cowles' Farms for that night.

He was a stranger in the land, and that was enough.

I often think to-day how ready we were to welcome any who came, and how easily we might have been deceived as to the nature of such chance guests.
Yet Orme so finely conducted himself that none might criticise him, and indeed both my father and mother appeared fairly to form a liking for him.

This was the more surprising on the part of both, since they were fully advised of the nature of his recent speech, or sermon, or what you choose to call it, at the Methodist church, the sentiments of which scarce jumped with their own.

Both my parents accepted Orme for what he purported to be, a minister of the gospel; and any singularity of his conduct which they may have noticed they ascribed to his education in communities different from our own quiet one.