Come into the house now, and I will introduce you to my wife." The editor's home was just across the street from his printing office.

Followed by Harry he crossed the street, opened the front door, and led the way into the sitting-room, where a pleasant-looking lady of middle age was seated.
"My dear," he said, "I bring you a new boarder." She looked at Harry inquiringly.
"This young man," her husband explained, "is going into the office to learn printing.

I have taken a contract to make a second Benjamin Franklin of him." "Then you'll do more for him than you have been able to do for yourself," said Mrs.Anderson, smiling.
"You are inclined to be severe, Mrs.Anderson, but I fear you are correct.

However, I can be like a guide-post, which points the way which it does not travel.

Can you show Harry Walton--for that is his name--where you propose to put him ?" "I am afraid I must give you a room in the attic," said Mrs.
Anderson.