“The foreman tells me that you and Buck are becoming first class men,” his father, a middle-aged man with heavy gray hair, told him.
“Glad to hear that,” Ted smiled. “When we first started to work at the yard it seemed that all we could do was to collect sore hands and blisters! I guess that after we finish at the academy you may be able to hire us for good, Dad!”
“I shouldn’t wonder if you might be able to do something else beside pile lumber, after you graduate from the academy,” returned his father.
“Hope so,” his son said. “Pretty soon we’ll have to pick out a preparatory school or college for me, won’t we Dad?”
“In another six months,” his father nodded, deriving pleasure from the thought. The fact that Ted was going to college outweighed the thought of personal expense with Mr. Thorn.
“Ted, there was a telephone call for you today,” his mother, a fine looking, sweet-faced woman, put in. “Mr. Calvert called up and left a message for you.”
“Mr. Calvert?” frowned Ted. “Let’s see, he’s the president of the Boys’ Club of the town, isn’t he?”
“Yes, and also a prominent lawyer,” replied his father. “I wonder what he wants you for?”
“Can’t guess,” Ted shook his head. “What message did he leave, Mother?”
“He asked to tell you to get in touch with him as soon as possible,” she replied.