The man passed on with an indifferent look and paid no further attention to him.
“Humph,” Scott thought. “City manners seem to be different from ours at home.”
He watched a few people pass by and selected for his next victim an elderly gentleman with a kindly face and a leisurely air.
“Pardon me, sir, can you tell me the way to the Forest School?”
The old gentleman stopped courteously and apologized for not quite catching the question.
Scott repeated it.
The old man shook his head doubtfully. “Never heard of it, my boy. What sort of a place is it?”
Scott was beginning to think that he must have come to the wrong city. However, the old gentleman was exceedingly polite, and the boy tried to explain. “It is a school where they train foresters, sir.”
“Oh,” said the old gentleman in a rather doubtful tone. “Strange I have never heard of it. Let’s ask the policeman.”
They consulted that dignitary, but he had never heard of it and could find no clue in his little yellow book.