Mr.Bayard acceded, and our hero was duly amazed at the drolleries perpetrated there.

He had a good time; but it was so late when he went to bed, that he was a little fearful lest he should over-sleep 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.