No one of the family was in, and Oscar and Harry went up at once to the room of the former, which they were to share together.
It was luxuriously furnished, so Harry thought, but then our hero had been always accustomed to the plainness of a country home.
"Now, old fellow, make yourself at home," said Oscar.

"You can get yourself up for dinner.

There's water and towels, and a brush." "I don't expect to look very magnificent," said Harry.

"You must tell your mother I am from the country." "I would make you an offer if I dared," said Oscar.
"I am always open to a good offer." "It's this: I'm one size larger than you, and my last year's suits are in that wardrobe.

If any will fit you, they are yours." "Thank you, Oscar," said Harry; "I'll accept your offer to-morrow." "Why not to-day ?" "You may not understand me, but when I first appear before your family, I don't want to wear false colors." "I understand," said Oscar, with instinctive delicacy.
An hour later, the bell rang for dinner.
Harry went down, and was introduced to his friend's mother and sister.