he day, but it
was inconvenient to some of our boarders, and we changed it."

"We have dinner to hum, where I live, at noon," said Abner.

"We have lunch at half-past twelve, if you choose to come."

"I guess we will," said Abner. "We'll go out and take a walk, Mr.
Barker, and come back in time."

"Just as you say," answered Sam.

After a walk they returned to lunch. Sam was usually possessed of a
good appetite, but he stared in astonishment when he saw Blodgett eat.
That young man appeared to have fasted for a week, and ate
accordingly.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Barker? You don't eat nothin'," he
said.

"I had a late breakfast," said Sam. "I guess you'll get your money's
worth."

"I mean to. Seven dollars is an awful lot to pay for board. Up to hum
they don't charge but three."

"Then I wish they'd open a branch boarding-house here."

"Suppose we go over to Bunker Hill?" said Sam, after lunch. "I want to
see the monument."

"Just as you say," said Abner.

"We can ask the way."

"There's some cars go over that way, I've heerd," said Abner.

As they were walking down Washington Street a young man, rather
flashily attired, stopped Blodgett, whom he appeared to recognize.

"What's in the wind now?" he asked. "Who have you got in tow?"

"It's my friend, Mr. Barker."

"How do you do, Mr. Barker?" said the young man, who appeared very
much amused about something.

"How's your father, the deacon?" he inquired of Blodgett, and laughed
again.

"Pretty smart," said Blodgett.

"Just give him my respects when you write, will you?"

"I won't forget,"

The new acquaintance winked, and went his way. Sam was rather
surprised at his manner, and also at the fact of his countrified
companion being apparently on intimate terms with a person so
different in appearance.

"Who is that?" he asked.

"That's a young man from our town," said Mr. Blodgett. "He's been
living in Boston for five or six years. He's got a good place in Milk
Street."

"What sort of a fellow is he?"

"You don't say nothin' about it," said Abner, looking about him as if
fearing to be overheard; "but I'm afraid he's a fast young man."

"Shouldn't wonder," said Sam.

"I've heard that he plays cards!" added Abner, in a horrified
whisper.

"Very likely," said Sam, amused.

He had had some suspicions of his companion, occasioned by the
apparent good understanding between him and the young man they had
met, but this remark dis