It was a high, brick building, and it was called the Fairport House.

As I was running along the sidewalk, I heard some one speak to me, and looking up I saw Charlie Montague.

I had heard the Morrises say that his parents were staying at the hotel for a few weeks, while their house was being repaired.

He had his Irish setter, Brisk, with him, and a handsome dog he was, as he stood waving his silky tail in the sunlight.

Charlie patted me, and then he and his dog went into the hotel.