"I'm going to read a little Greek," said Brown. "I was away two days last week, and I want to make up the lessons. You may find something on that bookcase to amuse you. Stretch yourself out in that armchair and make yourself comfortable."
Sam accepted the invitation willingly. He was not particularly bashful, and made himself quite at home. Most of the books on Brown's shelves struck him as very dry; but he finally found one profusely illustrated, and this entertained him till Brown, after an hour's silence and turning over the pages of his Greek dictionary, closed his books and said: "Well, thank goodness, that job's over!"
"Have you got through?"
"Yes, for to-day."
"Don't it make your head ache to study so hard?" asked Sam, curiously.
Brown laughed.
"I don't study hard enough to endanger my head," he answered. "I am not likely to become a martyr to science."
"You must know a lot," said Sam, opening the Greek book, and surveying the pages with admiring awe.
"My Greek professor does not appear to be of that opinion," said Brown, "judging from the way he marks me. However, it is quite possible that he is prejudiced, and can't appreciate modest merit. What have you got there?"
"The 'Arabian Nights' Entertainments,'" said Sam.