“She can’t be blamed, sir, but I’m off tonight for New York.”
He drew Grein’s letter from his pocket and handed it to his father, who read it with exclamations of pleasure.
“Boy, I’ve been expecting something like this. Dr. Rich, I’d like you to see what a good judge thinks of this lad.”
Dr. Rich read, and shook Marvin by the hand. “My dear professor, I am glad that one institution does not demand a German doctorate before it recognizes ability. But I can’t make head or tail of what this chemist writes. Mr. Ferry, this heathen language is more in your line.”
Asher Ferry put on his eye-glasses and studied the letter.
“Well, I get some of it. Marvin is to do no teaching, but is expected to help with administration. Most of his time he will spend in a laboratory. Young man, are you coming back here in August, 1922?”
“Certainly.”
“Well, there’s going to be trouble about coal before that time. Send me your articles on coal.”
“I shall hardly be writing on that subject.”
“Then send me whatever you do write. Just put your name on the wrapper, so’s my secretary won’t think it’s from a crank.”