He needs it all right." "But I had to take him, Bert," argued the elder brother, his face growing anxious again.

"But Heaven only knows what I'm going to do with him when I get him.

What shall I say to him, anyway?
How shall I write?
I don't know how to get up a letter of that sort!" "Why not take him at his word and telegraph?
I fancy you won't have to say 'come' but once before you see him.

He doesn't seem to be a bashful youth." "Hm-m; I might do that," acquiesced William, slowly.

"But wasn't there somebody--a lawyer--going to write to me ?" he finished, consulting the letter by his plate.