"Oh, yes! They must have come in a later mail.
Well, if it will make you feel any better I'll go through them, and you can go through my books if you like.

I'll trust you," he added laughingly, as Wendell Phillips's advice occurred to him.
"You like books, you say ?" he went on, as he opened his letters.
"Well, then, you must come into my library here at any time you are in Boston, and spend a morning reading anything I have that you like.
Young men do that, you know, and I like to have them.

What's the use of good friends if you don't share them?
There's where the pleasure comes in." He asked the boy then about his newspaper work, how much it paid him, and whether he felt it helped him in an educational way.

The boy told him he thought it did; that it furnished good lessons in the study of human nature.

"Yes," he said, "I, can believe that, so long as it is good journalism." As he let the boy out of his house, at the end of that first, meeting, he said to him: "And you're going from me now to see Emerson?
I don't know," he added reflectively, "whether you will see him at his best.