It was our habit, after the exercises were over, to gather round Dr.Price, to exchange a few words with him.

And this occasion was no exception, for Dr.Price, with his double spectacles, and his silk handkerchief in his hand, was answering our questions, when feeling a touch, he stopped, turned hastily, and saw the stranger.
"Will you be so good as to introduce me to the two young ladies near you?
We have met before, but I do not know their names." "Ah," said the Doctor, taking off his spectacles and wiping them leisurely; then raising his voice, said, "Miss Cassandra Morgeson and Miss Helen Perkins, Mr.Ben Somers, of Belem, requests me to present him to you.

I add the information that he is, although a senior, suspended from Harvard College, for participating in a disgraceful fight.

It is at your option to notice him." "If he would be kind enough," said Mr.Somers, moving toward us, "to say that I won it." "With such hands ?" I asked.
"Oh, Somers," interposed the Doctor, "have you much knowledge of the Bellevue Pickersgills' pedigree ?" "Certainly; my grandpa, Desmond Pickersgill, although he came to this country as a cabin boy, was brother to an English earl.

This is our coat of arms," showing the ring he wore.
"That is a great fact," answered the Doctor.
"This lad," addressing me, "belongs to the family I spoke of to you, a member of which married one of your name." "Is it possible?
I never heard much of my father's family." "No," said the Doctor dryly; "Somers has no coat of arms.