knowing which bottle to start with. Ah, Wordsworth!" as his eye caught the name. "I've heard of him. I wonder what the inside is like?"
He must have found something very interesting, for when Mr. Mnnroe came into the room half an hour later, Benny did not notice his entrance. Mr. Munroe watched him with an amused smile on his face for about five minutes, then said—
"I'm glad you've found something to take your fancy, Mr. Bates."
Benny started, and blushed to the roots of his hair In the first place he thought he was alone, and in the second place it was the first time that he had ever been addressed as "mister."
"I beg pardon," he stammered out at length. "I did not know you were in the room."
"Don't mention it. I'm glad to see that you are fond of books ; and I'm glad to see you here."
Benny blushed again, but did not reply.
"I was afraid you were not coming," went on Mr. Munroe;" but how is your arm?"
"Getting on nicely, thank you; the doctor says it will soon be as right as ever."
"I'm glad to hear it. It's a mercy we were not every one of us killed; but I'm having a new bridge built.
I've been going to have it done for the last ten years, but kept putting it off; however, they are going to start with the job next week."
