Talbot Baines Reed,
My Friend Smith: A Story of School and City Life
“ It certainly was not Mr Smith, for he was out at his work; nor was it the doctor, our only other visitor, for he always came up two steps at a time, and his boots always squeaked. Who could our visitor be?“Come in,” called Smith, as a knock sounded on the door.To my utter astonishment and concern, Hawkesbury, with his sweetest smile, entered the room.How had he found out my retreat? What did he want here? What would Jack Smith say? These were the questions which rushed through my mind as he closed the door behind him and walked into the room. ”
