But, I say, Bobby, where do you buy your books ?" "At Mr.Bayard's, in Washington Street." "He will sell them to me at the same price--won't he ?" "I don't know." "When are you going again ?" "Monday." "Won't you let me go with you, Bob ?" "Let you?
Of course you can go where you please; it is none of my business." Bobby did not like the idea of having such a copartner as Tom Spicer, and he did not like to tell him so.

If he did, he would have to give his reasons for declining the proposition, and that would make Tom mad, and perhaps provoke him to quarrel.
The fish bit well, and in an hour's time Bobby had a mess.

As he took his basket and walked home, the young ruffian followed him.

He could not get rid of him till he reached the gate in front of the little black house; and even there Tom begged him to stop a few moments.

Our hero was in a hurry, and in the easiest manner possible got rid of this aspirant for mercantile honors.
We have no doubt a journal of Bobby's daily life would be very interesting to our young readers; but the fact that some of his most stirring adventures are yet to be related admonishes us to hasten forward more rapidly.
On Monday morning Bobby bade adieu to his mother again, and started for Boston.