Young men do that, you know, and I like to have them. What's the use
of good friends if you don't share them? There's where the pleasure
comes in."
He asked the boy then about his newspaper work, how much it paid him,
and whether he felt it helped him in an educational way. The boy told
him he thought it did; that it furnished good lessons in the study of
human nature. "Yes," he said, "I, can believe that, so long as it is
good journalism."
As he let the boy out of his house, at the end of that first, meeting,
he said to him:
"And you're going from me now to see Emerson? I don't know," he added
reflectively, "whether you will see him at his best. Still, you may.
And even if you do not, to have seen him, even as you may see him, is
better, in a way, than not to have seen him at all."
Edward did not know what Phillips Brooks meant. But he was, sadly, to
find out the next day.
A boy was pretty sure of a welcome from Louisa Alcott, and his greeting
from her was spontaneous and sincere.
"Why, you good boy," she said, "to come all the way to Concord to see
us," quite for all the world as if she were the one favored.
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