"I have invited Harry to spend the Thanksgiving vacation with me in
Boston, and he is afraid you can't spare him?"
"Does your father sanction your invitation?"
"Yes, he wrote me this morning—that is, I got the letter this morning—telling me to ask Harry to come."
Now the country editor had a great respect for the city editor, who was indeed known by reputation throughout New England as a man of influence and ability, and he felt disposed to accede to any request of his.
So he said pleasantly, "Of course, Harry, we shall miss you, but if Mr. Ferguson is disposed to do a little additional work, we will get along till Monday. What do you say, Mr. Ferguson?"
"I shall be very glad to oblige Harry," said the older workman, "and
I hope he will have a good time."
"That settles the question, Harry," said Oscar, joyfully. "So all you've got to do is to pack up and be ready to start to-morrow morning. It's Tuesday, you know, already."
Harry hesitated, and Oscar observed it.
"Well, what's the matter now?" he said; "out with it."
"I'll tell you, Oscar," said Harry, coloring a little. "Your father is a rich man, and lives handsomely. I haven't any clothes good enough to wear on a visit to your house."