“It won’t take you long to learn.”
So the two boys faced each other. Before he knew what was going to happen, Chester received a light tap on the nose from his new friend.
“I must tell you how to guard yourself. I will be the professor and you the pupil.”
Chester soon became interested, and at the end of half an hour his teacher declared that he had improved wonderfully.
“We will have a lesson every time you come to see uncle,” he said.
“Then I shall come to see two professors.”
“Yes, an old one and young one. Between uncle, Ernest and myself, you will find your time pretty well occupied when you come here.”
“I think it a great privilege to come here,” said Chester, gratefully.
“And I am glad to have you. I shall have some one to box with, at any rate. Now,” he added, with a comical look, “I can’t induce my uncle to have a bout with me. Indeed, I should be afraid to, for he is so shortsighted he would need to wear spectacles, and I would inevitably break them.”
Chester could not forbear laughing at the idea of the learned professor having a boxing match with his lively, young nephew.