“I know what you are thinking of,” said Gregory, after Hector had returned his salutation. “You are wondering whether I ‘cut up’ any while you were gone.”
“You don’t look as if you had,” said Hector, smiling.
“No; I have had enough of sowing wild oats. It doesn’t pay. Shall I tell you what I did last evening?”
“If you like.”
“I attended a lecture illustrated with the stereopticon. I was in bed at ten.”
“Gregory,” said Hector, taking his hand, “you don’t know how glad I am to hear this. I am sure your uncle will be delighted when you return to him so changed.”
“I’ve made a great fool of myself,” said Gregory, candidly. “Hereafter I am going to make you my model.”
Hector blushed deeply, for he was a modest boy.
“You compliment me too much, Gregory,” he said. “Still, if you are in earnest, I will try to set you a good example.”
“You won’t have any trouble in doing that. You are one of the fellows that find it easy to be good.”