ing up and shaking hands. "My boy! my boy! I am glad to see you again!" And he fairly quivered with emotion.
"And I am glad to see you," cried Dave, in return. He shook hands with both men. "Mr. Wadsworth, it was kind of you to answer my letter so quickly," he added.
"I knew you would be anxious, Dave. My, how well and strong you look! The air up here must do you good."
"It is a very healthful spot," answered the youth, "and I like it better than I can tell."
"A fine school—a fine school!" murmured Professor Potts. "You could not go to a better."
On the way to the Hall, Dave told his story in detail, and exhibited the photograph, which he had brought with him, scarcely daring to leave it out of his sight.
"It is just as you have said," remarked Oliver Wadsworth. "A most remarkable resemblance, truly!"
"That man must be some relative to Dave," added Caspar Potts. "There could not be such a resemblance otherwise. It is undoubtedly the same strain of blood. He may be a father, uncle, cousin, elder brother—there is no telling what; but he is a relative, I will stake my reputation on it."
The visitors were cordially greeted at Oak Hall by Doctor Clay and made to feel perfectly at home.
