He wore a straw hat, and boots of the ordinary colour, and--Whew! what a lucky thing I had not forgotten it! He wore his white collar inside the velvet of his great-coat.

And so should I have continued to do, had not the sight of him called Tempest's injunction to wear it outside to my memory.

I availed myself of the next tunnel to rectify this serious omission, and had the satisfaction, when we emerged into daylight, of noticing that neither of my fellow-travellers appeared to pay much heed to the change.

They both stared at me now and then; but the boy evidently grew tired of that, and curled himself up in a corner of the carriage and read a _Boy's Own Paper_.
I presently followed his example, and what with reading, and speculating on my coming entry into Low Heath, and an occasional thought for the little home at Fallowfield, the time went quickly by.
"Is this Low Heath station ?" inquired I, as the train began to slacken speed.
"Yes," said the boy, regarding me from head to foot with evidently increased curiosity.

"Are you a new kid at the school ?" "Yes," said I.
"Oh my! What a lark!" said he.
I was glad he thought it so.
"Are you at the school ?" inquired I.
"Looks like it," said he, getting together his traps hurriedly, and bounding from the carriage with what I fancied was a broad grin on his face.
So here I was at last!.