“Then you have read more than I have, and I have had no difficulty in teaching John. He is just commencing the second book.”
“I think I shouldn’t have any trouble, especially as I read the Latin Reader through before commencing Cæsar. My father meant me to enter Columbia College.”
“I will tell you what you had better do, Mr. Howard,” said the young man. “Come and visit the school to-morrow, and stay all the forenoon. The Latin recitations come then. Thus you will see the scholars, and become acquainted with my way of management, and can form a better idea of whether you would like to undertake it.”
This struck Walter as an excellent suggestion, and he at once accepted the invitation.
“That will be much the best way,” he replied. “I suppose the school commences at nine o’clock.”
“Yes, that is the usual time all over the country, I think.”
The conversation now passed to other subjects, and Walter spent quite a pleasant evening with his new acquaintance. At half-past nine he rose to withdraw.
“Don’t be in a hurry, Mr. Howard,” said Allen.
“Thank you, I don’t think I have been. I should have felt quite lonely but for your kind invitation. I feel a little tired with traveling, and shall go to bed as soon as I get to my room.”
“Good-night, then. We shall meet at breakfast, I suppose?”