“He is attending school far, far away in the East. I received some letters from him while you were in Denver.”
“Is he like you?”
“Well, I don’t know. In some things he seems to be like me; in others he is different.”
“He is younger?”
“Yes, several years younger.”
“Oh, I’d like to see him!” breathed Abe. “I know I’d like him. What’s his name?”
“Dick.”
“Perhaps I’ll see him some day.”
“Yes, Abe, I think you will. By and by we will go East, and I will take you to see him at Fardale. That’s where he is attending school.”
“It must be just the finest thing to go to school. I never went to school any. What do they do there, Frank?”