“Yes, he’s coming up the walk.” And Don got up and went to the door, to open it for the teacher.
“How do you do, Professor Scott,” he greeted. “Won’t you come in?”
“Yes, thank you,” nodded the professor. “Is your father at home?”
“Yes, he surely is,” said Don. “Come right on in.”
He showed the professor into the living room, where the Mercer family greeted him, and after a few minutes of pleasant talk Mr. Mercer guided him to his study, where they might talk in quietness and alone. Jim looked inquiringly at Don.
“What in the world do you suppose he wants with dad?” he whispered.
“Jiggered if I know,” shrugged Don.
In less than half an hours’ time the two men returned, both of them smiling, and Mr. Mercer turned off the radio. Then, as they sat down the father looked with mock sternness at his two boys.
“I want your promise to at least make an effort to keep out of trouble while you are with Professor Scott,” he said.
“With Professor Scott!” echoed Don, while Jim stared. “Where are we going with Professor Scott?”