"No," said Arthur; "but you are something better."
"What is better than being rich?" asked Sam, incredulously.
"You are strong and healthy. You are not an invalid like me."
"How long have you been lame, Arthur?" inquired Sam, who had naturally a kind heart, and was already beginning to feel an interest in his new friend.
"Ever since I was a very small boy."
"Your brother is strong enough."
"Yes, Charlie's got muscle," said Arthur, proudly. "He's one of the strongest fellows in his class. He goes to gymnasium regularly. You ought to feel his arm. He's going to belong to the boat club next year."
By this time Sam had finished his ablutions.
"Come downstairs, and I'll show you the stable," said Arthur. "I guess there'll be time before supper."
"How many horses have you got?"