I jumped out and grasped his outstretched hand.
"I'm glad to see you, my boy! I'm glad to see you," he said cordially.
My heart warmed toward the old man's "my boy." It had been a good many years since anyone had called me that.
"You've grown since I saw you last," he chuckled, as he led the way into the house through the group of negro servants who had gathered to see me arrive.
My first fleeting glimpse through the open doors told me that it was indeed true, as Radnor had said, nothing had changed.

The furniture was the same old-fashioned, solidly simple furniture that the house had contained since it was built.

I was amused to see the Colonel's gloves and whip thrown carelessly on a chair in the hall.

The whip was the one token by which I remembered him.
"So you've been working too hard, have you, Arnold ?" the old man inquired, looking me over with twinkling eyes.

"We'll give you something to do that will make you forget you've ever seen work before! There are half a dozen colts in the pasture just spoiling to be broken in; you may try your hand at that, sir.