"By the way, Rufus, I should be glad to have you call at my counting-room, No. —— Wall Street, this morning."
"Thank you, sir," said Rufus; "but I should prefer to call to-morrow. This morning, I am going over to Brooklyn to see if I can recover my sister."
"To-morrow will answer just as well. Don't fail to come, however, I wish to have a talk with you about your prospects."
"I will not fail to come," answered the newsboy.
Rufus did not find it so embarrassing as he anticipated at the breakfast table. His young neighbor, Walter, plied him with questions, many of which amused him, and occasionally his sister Carrie, on the opposite side of the table, joined in. Mrs. Turner asked him questions about his little sister, and sympathized with him when he described the plot by which she had been taken from him.
"Do you know Latin?" inquired Walter.
"No," said Rufus.
"I don't see what's the use of studying it, for my part. I never expect to talk Latin."
"I don't think you ever will," said his father; "judging from your school report, your success has not been very brilliant in that study, so far."
"I know one Latin sentence, anyway," said Walter, complacently.