"I don't want your dinner, sir; I would have stayed, because your son asked me, and he was civil to me, and I liked him.

Now I think I had better go.

Good day, sir." There is a verse in a very old Book--even in its human histories the most pathetic of all books--which runs thus: "And it came to pass when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit unto the soul of David; and Jonathan loved him as his own soul." And this day, I, a poorer and more helpless Jonathan, had found my David.
I caught him by the hand, and would not let him go.
"There, get in, lads--make no more ado," said Abel Fletcher, sharply, as he disappeared.
So, still holding my David fast, I brought him into my father's house..