HE wo n't be troubling you with invitations up , small fear of it . The Gordons ai n't sociable , to say the least of it . No , sir ! Mother , pass the biscuits to the Master . '' `` Who was the young fellow he had with him ? '' asked Eric curiously . `` Neil -- Neil Gordon . '' `` That is a Scotchy name for such a face and eyes . I should rather have expected Guiseppe or Angelo . The boy looks like an Italian . '' `` Well , now , you know , Master , I reckon it 's likely he does , seeing that that 's exactly what he is . You 've hit the nail square on the head . Italyun , yes , sir ! Rather too much so , I 'm thinking , for decent folks ' taste . '' `` How has it happened that an Italian boy with a Scotch name is living in a place like Lindsay ? '' `` Well , Master , it was this way . About twenty-two years ago -- WAS it twenty-two , Mother or twenty-four ? Yes , it was twenty-two -- 't was the same year our Jim was born and he 'd have been twenty-two if he 'd lived , poor little fellow . Well , Master , twenty-two years ago a couple of Italian pack peddlers came along and called at the Gordon place . The country was swarming with them then .
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