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THE next morning my father and I were informed that Mr. Compton would be glad to speak to us; and, on going indoors, there he was, as comforable and as neat as ever.
"Well, Burton," he said, cheerily, "how does the world use you? As you deserve, apparently, for you haven't grown older this fifteen years."