“I’m not sure yet that I’m going home. It’s a long trip and pretty expensive.”
David wondered if Ruth had reported that uncertainty of his to her father, for that evening the rector summoned him to his study.
“I should have told you before this,” he said, “of a communication that I’ve had from your friend, David. He wants you to spend your vacation with your family. And so you may regard that as arranged.”
David’s face lighted up. “Isn’t that splendid! Oh, I wish you’d tell him, Dr. Davenport, since I can’t, how thoughtful and generous I think he is!”
Dr. Davenport smiled. “I’ll convey your appreciation, though I think he is aware of it.”
David’s happiness was further increased when two days before the close of the term Wallace said to him, “Want to share a section with me on the train west of New York?”
“Sure, I do,” David answered.
“All right. I’ll match you for the lower berth.”
They matched, and David won. “I’d just as soon take the upper,” he said, but Wallace would not consider such a change.