It is about a very important
matter."
And when the boy had ridden a mile or so with his fare in his hand he
held it out to the conductor, who grinned and said:
"That's all right. Doctor Holmes paid me your fare, and I'm going to
keep that nickel if I lose my job for it."
CHAPTER V
GOING TO THE THEATRE WITH LONGFELLOW
When Edward Bok stood before the home of Longfellow, he realized that
he was to see the man around whose head the boy's youthful reading had
cast a sort of halo. And when he saw the head itself he had a feeling
that he could see the halo. No kindlier pair of eyes ever looked at a
boy, as, with a smile, "the white Mr. Longfellow," as Mr. Howells had
called him, held out his hand.
"I am very glad to see you, my boy," were his first words, and with
them he won the boy. Edward smiled back at the poet, and immediately
the two were friends.
"I have been taking a walk this beautiful morning," he said next, "and
am a little late getting at my mail. Suppose you come in and sit at my
desk with me, and we will see what the postman has brought.
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