“Is it a farewell-session of the Wilders?” called Irving Wilde’s voice.
“Yes, and we only need you to fill up the number, you and Mr. Boniface,” said Alex, as he moved to give them a place on the steps beside him. “We were just talking about you, Mr. Boniface, wondering if you were to be here another year, or not.”
“And devoutly hoping you were,” added Max.
Mr. Boniface turned to him gratefully.
“Thank you, Max,” he answered. “I don’t really know, myself. I had expected to go away at the end of this term, to finish up my studies; but the doctor is urging me to stay at least one more year. If I thought I could do good work here and be of any help to you boys, perhaps—”, he hesitated, then went on; “but whatever comes, I know that I shall be better through all my life, for having come to know and care for my boys, here at Flemming Hall.”
Lieutenant Wilde broke in upon the pause that followed.
“Well, Leon,” he asked; “what do they say to your news?”
“He hasn’t told it yet,” interposed Harry. “He’s been waiting till he could have the floor, and make his announcement with proper effect. Go it now, Leon; we’re ready.”
“What’s up with Leon?” asked Max curiously.
“Tremendous honors are showered upon the infant,” answered Harry. “Speak and tell us, Leon.”