Ever see him ?" Allen laughed.

His way of laughing was pleasant; there was a real bubbling mirth in him.
"No; but I read about him in the 'Courier,' which they always have follow them about--I don't know why.

It must be that it helps them to rejoice that they are so far away from home; but I always used to read it over there, I suppose to see how much fun I missed! And at a queer little place in Switzerland where we were staying--I remember, because our landlord had the drollest wart on his chin--a copy of the 'Courier' turned up on a rainy day and I read it through.

A sketch of Bassett tickled me because he seemed so real.

I felt that I'd like to be Morton Bassett myself,--the man who does things,--the masterful American,--a real type, by George! And that safe filled with beautiful bindings; it's fine to know there are such fellows." "Your words affect me strangely; I wrote the piece!" "Now that is funny!" Allen glanced at Dan with frank admiration.