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thank my publishers for these little books, and that lies along your way to the Cambridge car.”
As the two walked along Beacon Street, Doctor Holmes pointed out the residences where lived people of interest, and when they reached the Public Garden he said:
“You must come over in the spring some time, and see the tulips and croci and hyacinths here. They are so beautiful.
“Now, here is your car,” he said as he hailed a coming horse-car. “Before you go back you must come and see me and tell me all the people you have seen; will you? I should like to hear about them. I may not have more books coming in, but I might have a very good-looking photograph of a very old-looking little man,” he said as his eyes twinkled. “Give my love to Longfellow when you see him, and don’t forget to give him my letter, you know. 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.”
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