He had a good time; but it was so late when he went to bed, that he was a little fearful lest he should oversleep himself in the morning.
He did not, however, and was down in the parlor before any of the rest of the family were stirring.

An early breakfast was prepared for him, at which Mr.Bayard, who intended to see him off, joined him.
Depositing his little bundle and the copy of "The Wayfarer" in the valise provided for him, they walked to the store.

The porter wheeled the trunk down to the railroad station, though Bobby insisted upon doing it himself.
The bookseller saw him and his baggage safely aboard of the cars, gave him a ticket, and then bade him an affectionate adieu.

In a little while Bobby was flying over the rail, and at about eight o'clock, reached B----.
The station master kindly permitted him to deposit his trunk in the baggage room, and to leave it there for the remainder of the week.
Taking a dozen of the books from the trunk, and placing them in his valise, he sallied out upon his mission.

It must be confessed that his heart was filled with a tumult of emotions.