“How are you, Hector?” he said. “You see, I came to meet you. I have been longing to have you come.”
“I am just as glad to see you, Walter,” said Hector, heartily. “Mr. Crabb, here is your future pupil, Walter Boss.”
“I hope we may soon be friends, Walter,” said the usher, attracted by the bright, sunny face of the boy.
Walter gave the usher his hand.
“I hope so, too,” he said, smiling. “I’ll try not to worry you any more than I can help.”
“I have no misgivings,” said Mr. Crabb, as he mentally contrasted his new pupil with Jim Smith, and two or three others at the institute, who had been a frequent source of trouble and annoyance.
“Here is the carriage,” said Walter, pointing out a plain but handsome carriage waiting outside. “Bundle in, both of you! I beg your pardon, Mr. Crabb, for my familiarity. That was intended for Hector.”
“I am ready to be classed with Hector,” said Mr. Crabb.
“I am glad to hear you say so. I was afraid you would be stiff and dignified.”
“I think I shall take my cue from you.”