"Next Monday."

"Where are you going to board? We might take a room together, you
know. It would be kind of social, as we both come from the same
place."

It did not occur to Grant that the arrangement would suit him at
all, but he did not think it necessary to say so. He only said: "I
am going to Mr. Reynolds' house, just at first."

"You don't say so! Why, he's taken a regular fancy to you."

"If he has, I hope he won't get over it."

"I suppose he lives in a handsome brownstone house uptown."

"Very likely; I've never seen the house."

"Well, some folks has luck, but I ain't one of 'em," grumbled Tom.

"Your luck is coming, I hope, Tom."

"I wish it would come pretty soon, then; I say, suppose your folks
won't let you take the place?" he asked, suddenly, brightening up.

"They won't oppose it." "I thought they wanted you to go to
college."

"I can't afford it. It would take too long before I could earn