"Why shouldn't I be kind to my friend?"
"Even if he was once a printer's devil."
"Very true. It is a great objection, but still I will overlook it.
By the way, there is one inducement I didn't mention."
"What is that?"
"We may very likely see Fitz in the city. He is studying at home
now, I hear. Who knows but he may get up a great party in your
honor?"
"Do you think it likely?" asked Harry, smiling.
"It might not happen to occur to him, I admit. Still, if we made him
a ceremonious call--"
"I am afraid he might send word that he was not at home."
"That would be a loss to him, no doubt. However, we will leave time
to settle that question. Be sure to be on hand in time for the
morning train."
"All right, Oscar."
Harry had all the love of new scenes natural to a boy of sixteen. He
had heard so much of Boston that he felt a strong curiosity to see
it. Besides, was not that the city where the "Weekly Standard" was
printed, the paper in which he had already appeared as an author? In
connection with this, I must here divulge a secret of Harry's. He
was ambitious not only to contribute to the literary papers, but to
be paid for his contributions. He judged that essays were not very
marketable, and he had therefore in his leisure moments written a
humorous sketch, entitled "The Tin Pedler's Daughter." I shall not
give any idea of the plot here; I will only say that it was really
humorous, and did not betray as much of the novice as might have been
expected.
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