CHAPTER XXXI. — TWO YEARS LATER.
More than two years have elapsed. In the fine old home at Brookline, Sam and Arthur are sitting out on the lawn. Both have changed. Arthur looks stronger and better than when Sam first made his acquaintance, His thin face is more full, his pallor has been succeeded by a faint tinge of color, and he looks contented and happy. But the greatest change has come over Sam. He is now a young man of eighteen, well-formed and robust, handsomely dressed, with a face not only attractive, but intelligent. These two years have improved him greatly, as we shall see.
"I can hardly realize that Charlie is to graduate next week," said Arthur.
"He was a sophomore when I first met him," said Sam. "How little I thought that the meeting would be so important to me!"
"And to me!" said Arthur. "You have up idea how lonely I felt before you came."
"You have an idea how ignorant I was at that time," said Sam.
"You didn't know much, to be sure," said Arthur, smiling. "I remember how I had to drill you in the multiplication table."
"My spelling was rather weak," said Sam.