“Where do you board?”
“In Waverly Place.”
“That is convenient as regards distance. You may go to the Post Office for letters.”
As Gilbert started for the Post Office, a boy about his own age came up and joined him.
“Are you Mr. Sands’ new boy?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Gilbert.
“You’ve got my place, then. I used to be there.”
“Did you? I am sorry to have interfered with you.”
“You won’t like it. He is very hard to get along with.”
“He doesn’t look like it.”