I'm all attention." Not having served an apprenticeship to a magician, as Harry did, I will not undertake to describe the few simple tricks which he had picked up, and now exhibited for the entertainment of his companion.
It is enough to say that they were quite satisfactory, and that Oscar professed his intention to puzzle his Boston friends with them, when his vacation arrived.
About half-past eight, a knock was heard at the door.
"Come in!" called out Oscar.
The door was opened, and a boy about his own age entered.

His name was Fitzgerald Fletcher.

He was also a Boston boy, and the son of a retail merchant, doing business on Washington street.

His father lived handsomely, and was supposed to be rich.

At any rate Fitzgerald supposed him to be so, and was very proud of the fact.