"Put it down, and I will get a carriage."
"Well, I won't pay for it."
"I will; I don't see what's the use in our being so particular."
Jack put the trunk down, and Julian went out, and very soon returned with a carriage. The boys held a consultation, and decided that, now that they had a conveyance, they might as well stop at some places on the way home and invest in some other articles they needed.
"But I'll tell you one thing," said Jack; "you are keeping this rig too long; I won't pay for it."
It was three hours before the friends got home, and then they had their trunk more than half-filled with new clothing. The hackman carried it upstairs for them, and Julian, having paid him his price, threw himself into a chair to wait until Jack did the packing. In addition to the trunk, the boys bought small traveling-bags, in which they carried several handy little articles they thought they might need during their journey, such as towels, comb and brush; and Julian stowed away in his a book that he had long desired to possess—"The Last Chronicle of Barset," by Anthony Trollope. Jack could hardly conceal his disgust; he was going to look out of the window when they were fairly on the train, and he would see more fun in that than Julian could in reading his book.
"There, sir, I guess it's all done," said Jack, going to the closet to make sure that they had left nothing behind.
"All right; lock the trunk and put the key in your pocket," said Julian. "Now give me half of what this room will come to during the present month, and I will go down and pay the landlady. We haven't anything to eat, so I guess we will have to go down to a restaurant and get dinner and supper all in one."
"I think a sandwich and a cup of coffee would go pretty well," said Jack.
"Oh! I am going to have a better meal than that. Where's the money?"