“I don’t know about the collar and tie,” said the old man; “I have not worn one for many months.”
Three or four of the boys helped him to button on the collar and arrange the ascot effectively. Then the Doctor came with his best span of pet horses.
“Jump in with me, Fritz,” he said.
The old German, smiling, climbed in and then turned, took his hat off to me and the boys.
“Thank you.... Good luck,” he said.
“You take the reins and drive,” said the Doctor.
Fritz buttoned his coat tightly around him, straightened up his old bent back and taking the reins he proudly drove away.
“He did not come in a carriage,” said a boy.
“It is the Self Masters that helped him,” said another.
“You forget about the Sun-dial,” I said.