“Then you won’t buy a car?”
“Not so you could notice it—not this year, anyway. When you come to think of it, it isn’t good form for a Freshie to be daddlin’ around in a little red wagon anyhow. Which reminds me that it isn’t good form for me to stay daddlin’ around here and keeping you out o’ bed. So I’m gone.”
“Hold on a second and I’ll go with you,” said Larry, reaching for his cap and overcoat.
“Whichward ho, at this time o’ night?” questioned the son of much money, as they went out together.
“I’m going to see if I can find out what’s become of Charlie Purdick,” Larry returned. And at the parting moment: “Sure you won’t change your mind, Ollie, after you’ve slept on it?”
“Don’t you worry. I’ve got a lot of weaknesses, Donnie, but that isn’t one of ’em. You go find Purdy.”
“I’m gone,” said Larry; and he turned down the cross street, while McKnight swung off in the opposite direction.