You look like your father." Then he added, kindly, but with a scowl of perplexity as to what the boy was standing there for, and what he wanted: "Well, my boy, what is it?
Did your mother send you on some errand to Mrs.Merritt ?" Jerome scraped his foot, his manners at his command by this time, and his old hat was in his hand.

"No, sir," said he; "I came to see you, sir, if you please, sir, and mother didn't send me.

I came myself." "You came to see me ?" "Yes, sir," Jerome scraped again, but his black eyes on the Squire's face were quite fearless and steady.
Squire Eben Merritt stared at him wonderingly; then he cast an uneasy glance at his fishing-pole, for he had come to the door with his tackle in his hands, and he gave a wistful thought to the brooks running through the young shadows of the spring woods, and the greening fields, and the still trout-pools he had meant to invade with no delay, and from which this childish visitor, bound probably upon some foolish errand, would keep him.

Then he found his own manners, which were those of his good old family, courteous alike to young and old, and rich and poor.
"Well, if you've come to see me, walk in, sir," cried Squire Merritt, with a great access of heartiness, and he laid his fishing-tackle carefully on the long mahogany table in the entry, and motioned Jerome to follow him into the room on the left.
Jerome had never been inside the house before, but this room had a strangeness of its own which made him feel, when he entered, as if he had crossed the border of a foreign land.

It was typically unlike any other room in the village.