Part 16 (1/2)

”Give us your hand, Oscar,” said Henry Fairbanks. ”You've got no nonsense about you--I like you.”

”I'm not sure whether your compliment is deserved, Henry,” said Oscar, ”but if I have any nonsense it isn't of that kind.”

”Do you believe Fitz has any suspicion that he has a cousin in the tin business?”

”No; I don't believe he has. He must know he has poor relations, living in the country, but he probably thinks as little as possible about them. As long as they don't intrude themselves upon his greatness, I suppose he is satisfied.”

”And as long as no one suspects that he has any connection with such plebeians.”

”Of course.”

”What sort of a man is this tin-pedler, Tom?” asked Oscar.

”He's a pretty sharp fellow--not educated, or polished, you know, but he seems to have some sensible ideas. He said he had never seen the Fletchers; because he didn't want to poke his nose in where he wasn't wanted. He showed his good sense also by saying that he had rather have me for a cousin than Fitz.”

”That isn't a very high compliment--I'd say the same myself.”

”Thank you, Oscar. Your compliment exalts me. You won't mind my strutting a little.”

And Tom humorously threw back his head, and strutted about with mock pride.

”To be sure,” said Oscar, ”you don't belong to one of the first families of Boston, like our friend, Fitz.”

”No, I belong to one of the second families. You can't blame me, for I can't help it.”

”No, I won't blame you, but of course I consider you low.”

”I am afraid, Tom, I haven't got any cousins in the tin trade, like Fitz.”

”Poor Fitz! he little dreams of his impending trial. If he did, I am afraid he wouldn't sleep a wink to-night.”

”I wish I thought as much of myself as Fitz does,” said Henry Fairbanks. ”You can see by his dignified pace, and the way he tosses his head, how well satisfied he is with being Fitzgerald Fletcher, Esq.”

”I'll bet five cents he won't strut round so much to-morrow afternoon,” said Tom, ”after his interview with his new cousin. But hush, boys! Not a word more of this. There's Fitz coming up the hill. I wouldn't have him suspect what's going on, or he might defeat our plans by staying away.”

CHAPTER XI.

FITZ AND HIS COUSIN.

The next morning at eight the boys began to gather in the field beside the Seminary. They began to play ball, but took little interest in the game, compared with the ”tragedy in real life,” as Tom jocosely called it, which was expected soon to come off.

Fitz appeared upon the scene early. In fact one of the boys called for him, and induced him to come round to school earlier than usual.

Significant glances were exchanged when he made his appearance, but Fitz suspected nothing, and was quite unaware that he was attracting more attention than usual.

Punctually at half-past eight, Abner Bickford with his tin-cart appeared in the street, and with a twitch of the rein began to ascend the Academy Hill.

”Look there,” said Tom Carver, ”the tin-pedler's coming up the hill.

Wonder if he expects to sell any of his wares to us boys. Do you know him, Fitz?”