lay up some money."

"Do you think you can?"

"I know I can, if I am well. I've got some money in the savings-bank
now."

"You have!" exclaimed Sam, pricking up his ears.

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Thirty dollars."

"Thirty dollars!" ejaculated Sam. "I'd feel rich if I was worth thirty
dollars."

Henry smiled.

"I don't feel rich, but I am glad I've got it."

"You ain't saving up money now, are you?"

"I mean to, now that I pay fifty cents a week less rent on account of
your coming in with me. I am going to save all that."

"How can you?"

"I shall get along on two dollars and a half for meals. I always have,
and I can do it now. You can do it, too, if you want to."

"I should starve to death," said Sam. "I've got a healthy appetite,
and my stomach don't feel right if I don't eat enough."

"I don't like to stint myself any more than you, but if I am ever to
be worth anything I must begin to save when I am a boy."

"Do you ever smoke?" asked Sam.

"Never, and I wouldn't if it didn't cost anything."

"Why not? It's jolly."

"It isn't good for a boy that is growing, and I don't believe it does
men any good. Do you smoke?"

"When I get a chance," said Sam. "It warms a fellow up in cold
weather."

"Well, it isn't cold weather now, and you'll find plenty of other ways
to spend your money."

"I can't help it. If I don't go to the theater, I must have a cigar."

Sam stopped at a cigar store, and bought a cheap article for three
cents, which he lighted and smoked with apparent enjoyment.

The conversation which has been reported will give a clew to the
different characters of the two boys, who, after less than a day's
acquaintance, have become roommates. Henry Martin was about Sam's age,
but much more thoughtful and sedate. He had begun to think of the
future, and to provide for it. This is always an encouraging sign, and
an augury of success. Sam had not got so far yet. He had been in the
habit of living from day to day without much thought of the morrow.
Whether he would be favorably affected by Henry's example remains to
be seen.

After a walk of an hour or more the boys went back to their room.

"Are you going to bed, Henry?" asked Sam.

"Not yet."

"What are you going to do?"

"Study a little."

"Study!" exclaimed Sam, in astonishment. "Who's goin' to hear your
lessons?"

"Perhaps you will," said Henry, with a smile.

"I! Why, I'm a regular know-nothing! What are you going to study