And like that small boy I enjoyed the jam, but did not like being caught at it.
Mr.Vedder had no sooner got the book in his hand than I saw Mrs.Vedder rising as though she had seen a spectre, and pointing dramatically at me, she exclaimed: "You are David Grayson!" I can say truthfully now that I know how the prisoner at the bar must feel when the judge, leaning over his desk, looks at him sternly and says: "I declare you guilty of the offence as charged, and sentence you--" and so on, and so on.
Mr.Vedder stiffened up, and I can see him yet looking at me through his glasses.

I must have looked as foolishly guilty as any man ever looked, for Mr.Vedder said promptly: "Let me take you by the hand, sir.

We know you, and have known you for a long time." I shall not attempt to relate the conversation which followed, nor tell of the keen joy I had in it--after the first cold plunge.

We found that we had a thousand common interests and enthusiasms.

I had to tell them of my farm, and why I had left it temporarily, and of the experiences on the road.