"Yes, he's one of the family, you know."

Just then pleasant fumes were wafted to the boys' nostrils, and they
saw through the open window, with feelings that cannot well be
described, a pair of roast chickens carried from the kitchen to the
dining-room.

"See what old Sock and Ma'am Sock are going to have for dinner?"
said Wilkins, enviously.

"I don't like to look at it. It is too tantalizing," said Hector.






CHAPTER XI.

HECTOR RECEIVES A SUMMONS.





It so happened that Hector was well provided with money. During the
life of Mr. Roscoe, whom he regarded as his father, he had a liberal
allowance--liberal beyond his needs--and out of it had put by
somewhat over a hundred dollars. The greater part of this was
deposited for safe-keeping in a savings bank, but he had twenty-five