“Oh a dinner can be got much cheaper at most places in Boston,” said George Melville, smiling, “but I am used to Parker's, and generally come here.” “I am glad it doesn't cost so much to live in Wayneboro,” said Herbert. “We couldn't afford even one meal a day.” “You haven't asked me what the doctor said,” remarked Melville, as they left the dining room. “Excuse me, Mr. Melville. It wasn't from any lack of interest.” “He advises me to go West by the first of October, either to Colorado or Southern California.” Herbert's countenance fell. The first of October would soon come, and his pleasant and profitable engagement with Mr. Melville would close. “I am sorry,” he said, gravely. “I am not so sorry as I should have been a few weeks ago,” said Melville. “Then I should have looked forward to a journey as lonely and monotonous. Now, with a companion, I think I may have a pleasant time.” “Who is going with you, Mr. Melville?” asked Herbert, feeling, it must be confessed, a slight twinge of jealousy. “I thought perhaps you would be willing to accompany me,” said Melville. “Would you really take me, Mr. Melville?” cried Herbert, joyfully. “Yes, if you will go.” “I should like nothing better. I have always wanted to travel. It quite takes my breath away to think of going so far away.” “I should hardly venture to go alone,” continued George Melville. “I shall need some one to look after the details of the journey, and to look after me if I fall sick. Do you think you would be willing to do that?” “I hope you won't fall sick, Mr. Melville; but if you do, I will take the best care of you I know how.” “I am sure you will, Herbert, and I would rather have you about me than a man. Indeed, I already begin to think of you as a younger brother.” “Thank you, Mr. Melville,” said Herbert, gratefully. “I am glad you do.” “Do you think your mother will object to your leaving home, Herbert?” “Not with you. She knows I shall be well provided for with you. Can I arrange to send money regularly to mother?” asked the boy. “I shouldn't like to think of her as suffering for want of it.” “Yes, but to guard against emergencies, we can leave her a sum of money before you start.” After dinner Mr. Melville proposed to Herbert to accompany him on a walk up Washington Street, They walked slowly, Herbert using his eyes diligently, for to him the display in the shop windows was novel and attractive. At length they paused at the door of a large and handsome jewelry store--one of the two finest in Boston. “I want to go in here, Herbert,” said his employer. “Shall I stay outside?” “No, come in with me. You may like to look about.” Though Herbert had no idea of the cost of the fine stock with which the store was provided, he saw that it must be valuable, and wondered where purchasers enough could be found to justify keeping so large a supply of watches, chains, rings and the numberless other articles in gold and silver which he saw around him.