A YOUNG ARISTOCRAT
After a drive of three miles, which was accomplished in a short time by the spirited horses, the carriage entered, through an ornamental gate, upon a smooth driveway, which led up to a handsome mansion, of large size, with a veranda stretching along the entire front.
A boy, a little smaller than Herbert, ran out of the front door, and opened the door of the carriage before Pompey had time to descend from the box.
“What, grandpa, come back?” he said, in surprise.
“Yes, Oscar, we were too late for the train,” said his mother. “I brought you back a companion for a few hours. This is Herbert Mason, whom I intrust to your care, depending upon you to see that he passes his time pleasantly.”
Oscar looked at Herbert inquisitively.
Herbert offered his hand, saying, “I am glad to make your acquaintance, Oscar.”
“How long are you going to stay?” asked Oscar, as his mother and grandfather went into the house.
“I must return in time to take the twelve o'clock train.”
“Is grandpa going, too?”