"I shall be very glad to come." "I'll wait till you are ready, and you can walk along with me." "All right; I will be ready in five minutes." They set out together for Ferguson's modest home, which was about half a mile distant.

As they passed up the village street Harry's attention was drawn to two boys who were approaching them.

One he recognized at once as Fitzgerald Fletcher.

He had an even more stunning necktie than when Harry first met him, and sported a jaunty little cane, which he swung in his neatly gloved hand.
"I wonder if he'll notice me," thought Harry.

"At any rate, I won't be wanting in politeness." "Good-afternoon, Mr.Fletcher," he said, as they met.
Fitzgerald stared at him superciliously, and made the slightest possible nod.
"Who is that ?" asked Ferguson.
"It is a boy who has great contempt for printers' devils and low apprentices," answered Harry.