To-night, however, Seaver's genial smile and hearty friendliness were like a sudden burst of sunshine on a rainy day--and Bertram detested rainy days.

He was feeling now, too, as if he had just had a whole week of them.
"Yes, I am something of a stranger here," nodded Seaver.

"But I tell you what, little old Boston looks mighty good to me, all the same.

Come on! You're just the fellow we want.

I'm on my way now to the old stamping ground.