Lewis Rand's cheek grew red, and his eyes at once shy and eager.
He stammered when he spoke.

"Are you from Albemarle, sir ?" The other smiled, a bright and gracious smile, irradiating his ruddy, freckled face.

"I am," he said.
"From--from Monticello ?" "From Monticello." The speaker, who loved his home with passion, never uttered its name without a softening of the voice.

"From Monticello," he said again.

"There are books enough there, my lad.