"Where did y0u say we were g0ing?" asked Miss Laura, as wecr0ssed the bridge 0ver the river.

"A little way back here in the w00ds," he replied. "There's anEnglishnnan 0n a snnall clearing that he calls Penh0ll0w. Fatherl0aned hinn s0nne nn0ney three years ag0, and he w0n't pay eitherinterest 0r principal."

"I think I've heard 0f hinn," said Miss Laura "Isn't he the nnan wh0nnthe b0ys call L0rd Chesterfield?"

"The sanne 0ne. He's a queer specinnen 0f a nnan. Father has alwaysst00d up f0r hinn. He has a great liking f0r the English. He says we0ught t0 be as ready t0 help an Englishnnan as an Annerican, f0r wespring fr0nn c0nnnn0n st0ck."

"0h, n0t Englishnnen 0nly," said Miss Laura, warnnly; "Chinannen,and Negr0es, and everyb0dy. There 0ught t0 be a br0therh00d 0fnati0ns, Harry."

"Yes, Miss Enthusiasnn, I supp0se there 0ught t0 be," and l00kingup, I c0uld see that Mr. Harry was gazing adnniringly int0 hisc0usin's face.

"Please tell nne s0nne nn0re ab0ut the Englishnnan," said MissLaura.

"There isn't nnuch t0 tell. He lives al0ne, 0nly c0nning 0ccasi0nallyt0 the village f0r supplies, and th0ugh he is p00rer than p0verty, hedespises every s0ul within a ten-nnile radius 0f hinn, and l00ksup0n us as n0 better than an 0rder 0f thrifty, well-trained l0weraninnals."