"Yes, an old one and young one. Between uncle, Ernest and myself, you
will find your time pretty well occupied when you come here."

"I think it a great privilege to come here," said Chester, gratefully.

"And I am glad to have you. I shall have some one to box with, at any
rate. Now," he added, with a comical look, "I can't induce my uncle to
have a bout with me. Indeed, I should be afraid to, for he is so
shortsighted he would need to wear spectacles, and I would inevitably
break them."

Chester could not forbear laughing at the idea of the learned professor
having a boxing match with his lively, young nephew.

"If you will make me as good a boxer as yourself, I shall feel very
much indebted."

"That will come in time. I am quite flattered at the opportunity of
posing as a teacher. Have you a taste for jewelry? Just look in this
drawer."

Arthur opened one of the small drawers in his bureau, and displayed a
varied collection of studs, sleeve buttons, collar buttons, scarf pins,
etc.

"You might set up a jeweler's store," suggested Chester. "Where did you
get them all?"

"I had an uncle who was in the business, and he and other relatives
have given me plenty."

"I haven't even a watch."

"No, really? Why, how can you get along without one?"

"I have to."

"Wait a minute."

Arthur opened another drawer, revealing two silver watches, one an open
face, the other a hunting watch.

"Take your choice," he said.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Certainly."

"But would your uncle approve of your giving me such a valuable
present?"

"My uncle doesn't bother himself about such trifles. I don't use either
of these watches. I have a gold one, given me last Christmas."

"Since you are so kind, I think I prefer the hunting watch."

"All right! There it is. Let me set it for you. The chain goes with it,
of course."

Chester felt delighted with his present. He had hoped sometime--when he
was eighteen, perhaps--to own a watch, but had no expectation of
getting one so soon.

"You are a generous friend, Arthur," he said.

"Don't make too much of such a trifle, Chester!" returned the other,
lightly.

When Chester said he must go home, Arthur put on his hat and proposed
to walk with him part of the way, an offer which Chester gratefully
accepted.

They walked over to Broadway, chatting as they went.

All at once, Chester, who had not expected to see anyone he knew,
touched Arthur on the arm.

"Do you