"Yes, it is now, but father furnished it at his own expense. He said he was willing to lay out a little money to make me comfortable."
"That's more than my father said. He told me it wouldn't do me any harm to rough it."
"I don't know but he is right," said Walter. "Of course I don't object to the new carpet and furniture,"—and he looked with pleasure at the handsome carpet with its bright tints, the black walnut bookcase with its glass doors, and the tasteful chamber furniture,—"but I shouldn't consider it any hardship if I had to rough it, as you call it."
"Wouldn't you? Then I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll change rooms. You can go round and board at Mrs. Glenn's, and I'll come here. What do you say?"
"I am not sure how my father would look on that arrangement," said Walter, smiling.
"I thought you'd find some way out," said Lemuel. "For my part, I don't believe you'd fancy roughing it any better than I."
"I don't know," said Walter; "I've sometimes thought I shouldn't be very sorry to be a poor boy, and have to work my own way."
"That's very well to say, considering you are the son of a rich man."
"So are you."
"Yes, but I don't get the benefit of it, and you do. What would you do now if you were a poor boy?"