“Yes, a sort of a diary. You see there were four of us in the party, devilish good fellows, one from Chicago, and two from New York, and we went to a lot of places, and saw a great deal, and I wrote in my memorandum book every day, but it was certainly the last thing I did before going to bed, about four o’clock in the morning, or a little later. What the old gentleman wanted was not only an account of all this rot, but my impression of the places, to develop me. You understand?”
THE UNFINISHED ENTRIES IN THE DIARY.
“Yes; and a good idea it is. Did you write down your impressions of the places you visited?”
“Well, yes; but I am afraid they won’t satisfy father. He is mighty particular, and awful sharp.”
“Will you let me see your memorandum book?”