and he knew it was his uncle. The boy hastened to greet his relative.
"Why didn't you let us know what train you were coming on and I would have met you with the carriage," asked Dick, politely.
"No, thank you, Nephew Richard," replied Uncle Ezra, in rasping tones. "I'm not too old to walk, and it's well to save the horse all you can."
"And you carried that heavy valise?" asked Dick.
"Of course I did, Nephew Richard. You didn't suppose I was going to pay twenty-five cents to have a boy carry it, did you? Lots of them wanted to, but twenty-five cents isn't earned every day, so I brought it myself," and with an expression of pain that he could not conceal Mr. Larabee set the heavy satchel down. His arm was stiff from carrying it, but he smiled grimly with satisfaction when he thought of the quarter of a dollar he had saved.
"Come right upstairs and I'll show you to your room," invited Dick. "Then I'll telephone father you are here."
"No, no, don't waste any money telephoning, Nephew Richard," said Uncle Ezra, hastily.
"Why it doesn't cost anything, uncle. We have to pay for the telephone by the year."
"Well, don't do it. They might charge you something this time. You never can tell. Besides, you might interrupt your father in some
