"No; he sent word that he should not be back till evening. We are to take supper without him. You are going to stop over Sunday, I hope, Charlie?"
"Yes, till to-morrow evening. Sam will stay, too. Won't you take him up to the little room next to yours? He will want to wash before supper."
Sam did not know that he needed to wash, but accepted this as a hint.
"Won't it be too much trouble for you?" he asked, thinking of Arthur's lameness.
"Oh, no," said the lame boy. "I can go upstairs almost as quick as if I wasn't lame. Come this way, please."
Sam followed him upstairs. He was shown to a small, but handsomely furnished chamber.
"You'll find everything you need, I think," said Arthur. "That room," pointing to one adjoining, "is mine; so we shall be near neighbors."
"I am glad of that. If burglars get in in the night, I'll come to you for protection."
"I am afraid I couldn't do you much good. You are a great deal stronger than I."
"Then I'll protect you."