“Thank you,” answered the professor. “I might, that is very true. I will do as you say.”
He removed his sodden foot gear and then, as Jerry turned the automobile around, and set off on the road, directed by the professor, the boys took turns in telling of the happenings of the day, which were many and varied.
On his side, Professor Snodgrass mentioned many points about Boxwood Hall, and answered, as best he could, questions regarding the nine, the eleven, the basket ball five and other lines of sport, for which the college was noted.
“What sort of fellows shall we meet?” Ned demanded.
“Oh, a very fine class,” the professor replied. “We have many sons of wealthy parents here, as well as others, less well off in worldly goods, but who are fine students. You’ll like it here.”
“I’m sure we shall!” exclaimed Jerry, and his chums murmured their assent.
The boys could gather little idea of the nature of the country round Boxwood Hall, as the darkness had fallen. But Professor Snodgrass knew the roads well, as he said. All summer he had tramped them in search of butterflies and moths, which was his latest “fad,” if what to him was a serious matter may be so termed.
“Here we are!” exclaimed the little scientist, as he told Ned to make a certain turn. “Up this road, and then to the left, and you’ll be near my house. I have a whole cottage to myself, and a most excellent cook.”
“Good!” murmured Bob.