“Do you generally stand here, Larry?” asked Hector.
“Yes.”
“Then I will take pains to see you again.”
“Shall you stay long in the city, Master Hector?”
“Not Master Hector.”
“Then Hector, if you don’t mind.”
“I shall be here for the present—I don’t know how long.”
“Then let me black your boots for nothing every time you come by—I want to do something for you.”
“Thank you, Larry; but I don’t like to have a friend perform such a service. Remember me to your father when you write.”
“I wish I could do something for Larry,” said Hector, to himself, as he walked away. “As it is, I stand in need of help myself.”