"I'll go," said Sam, eagerly. "I'd like to be with your brother ever so much."
CHAPTER XXIX. — ARTHUR BROWN.
At half-past five Sam and his companion reached the home of the latter in Brookline. It was a handsome mansion, with ample grounds, standing some rods back from the street.
"That's where I live, Sam," said the young student.
"It's an elegant place," said Sam, admiringly "I hope your father'll take me. I'd like to live here ever so much."
"There's my brother the one I spoke to you about."
Brown pointed out a boy considerably smaller than Sam, who was hurrying to the gate as fast as his lameness would admit. His thin, pale face was lighted up with joy, as he espied his brother.
"I am glad you have come, Charlie," he said. "It's so lonely here during the week."