Now we're going to the theatre this evening, and my plan is that you come in now, have a little supper with us, and then go with us to see the play.

It is a funny play, and a good laugh will do you more good than to sit in a hotel all by yourself.

Now, what do you think ?" Of course the boy thought as Longfellow did, and it was a very happy boy that evening who, in full view of the large audience in the immense theatre, sat in that box.

It was, as Longfellow had said, a play of laughter, and just who laughed louder, the poet or the boy, neither ever knew.
Between the acts there came into the box a man of courtly presence, dignified and yet gently courteous.
"Ah! Phillips," said the poet, "how are you?
You must know my young friend here.

This is Wendell Phillips, my boy.