suit me. I board at Mrs. Greyson's, at the south-east corner of the
church common. Have you got anything to do this evening?"

"Nothing in particular."

"Then come round and take a look at my den, or sanctum I ought to
call it; as I am talking to a member of the editorial profession."

"Not quite yet," said Harry, smiling.

"Oh, well that'll come in due time. Will you come?"

"Sha'n't I be disturbing you?"

"Not a bit. My Greek lesson is about finished, and that's all I've
got to do this evening. Come round, and we will sit over the fire,
and chat like old friends."

"Thank you, Oscar," said Harry, irresistibly attracted by his bright
and lively acquaintance, "I shall enjoy calling. I have made no
acquaintances yet, and I feel lonely."

"I have got over that," said Oscar. "I am used to being away from
home and don't mind it."

The two boys walked together to Oscar's boarding-place. It was a
large house, of considerable pretension for a village, and Oscar's
room was large and handsomely furnished. But what attracted Harry's
attention was not the furniture, but a collection of over a hundred
books, ranged on shelves at one end of the room. In his father's