“Yes,” nodded Mauney.
“Go to the University?”
“Not yet.”
“But you are later, eh?”
“I don’t know,” Mauney explained. “I want to go, but I haven’t had enough education to get in.”
“You don’t need much, I can assure you,” said the other. “You’ve got your Collegiate off, I suppose?”
“No. Just public school.”
“Well, of course that means a devil of a lot of preliminary ahead of you, and they’re getting crankier up there every minute about that stuff. By the way,” he said, after stealing an appraising glance at Mauney’s face and clothing. “My name is Lee.”
Mauney took his proffered hand and shook it warmly.
“Bard is mine,” he said, a little awkwardly.