Michael gave him the street and number. Endicott frowned.
“That’s not a good place. I don’t like the neighborhood. If you’re going to be a lawyer, you must start in right. Here, try this place. Tell the woman I sent you. One of my clerks used to board there.”
He handed Michael another address.
“Won’t that cost a lot?” asked Michael studying the card. “Not any more than you can afford,” said Endicott, “and remember, I’m giving orders until your majority.”
Michael beamed his brilliant smile at his benefactor.
“It is like a real father!” said the boy deeply moved. “I can never repay you. I can never forget it.”
“Well, don’t!” said Endicott. “Let’s turn to the other thing. What do you want land for?”
Michael’s face sobered instantly.
“For an experiment I want to try,” he said without hesitation, and then, his eyes lighting up, “I’ll be able to do it now, soon, perhaps, if I work hard. You see I studied agriculture in college—”
“The dickens you did!” exclaimed Endicott. “What did you do that for?”