“Fine!” he exclaimed. “Saved a man’s life, too!”
“More adventures!” Mrs. Hopkins exclaimed, thinking of the conference that afternoon.
“No, it was the other way around,” Jerry explained. “Mr. Hobson had the adventure, we just rescued him from it,” and he told of the overturned automobile.
“Such reckless driving!” his mother murmured. “I hope you boys don’t run your car so fast.”
“Oh, no!” exclaimed Jerry virtuously. “I wonder if she could have meant anything by that?” he asked himself as his mother went out of the room. “But I don’t believe she heard about that hay wagon. I hope not, anyhow.”
“Jerry! there’s a letter for you on the mantel,” his mother called back to him as she went upstairs.
“Wonder who it’s from,” mused the tall lad. It was in a long envelope, without any return designation, and Jerry’s name and address were typewritten, so he could not guess the sender, as he might have done had it been in script.
“Some advertisement,” the lad went on, somewhat disappointed, as he drew out a booklet. With it was a letter, and when Jerry had glanced at the signature, before reading the epistle, he cried in delight.
“Why, it’s from Professor Snodgrass! What in the world is he up to now?”