I don't think that Bobby cherished any silly ideas, but the sympathy of the little maiden fell not coldly or unwelcomely upon his warm heart.

In coming from the house he had placed his copy of "The Wayfarer" under his arm, for Annie was fond of reading; and on the way over, he had pictured to himself the pleasure she would derive from reading _his_ book.
Of course he received a warm welcome from the squire and his daughter.

Each of them had bestowed more than a thought upon the little wanderer as he went from house to house, and more than once they had conversed together about him.
"Well, Bobby, how is trade in the book line ?" asked the squire, after the young pilgrim had been cordially greeted.
"Pretty fair," replied Bobby, with as much indifference as he could command, though it was hard even to seem indifferent then and there.
"Where have you been travelling ?" "In B----." "Fine place.

Books sell well there ?" "Very well; in fact, I sold out all my stock by noon yesterday." "How many books did you carry ?" "Fifty." "You did well." "I should think you did!" added Annie, with an enthusiasm which quite upset all Bobby's assumed indifference.

"Fifty books!" "Yes, Miss Annie; and I have brought you a copy of the book I have been selling; I thought you would like to read it.