"Good-bye, Mister Mackworth—I've had a fine time!"
"Good-bye, my boy ... be a good boy ... God bless you!"
At the Harvey Eating House the manager brought me out a cardboard box neatly packed, full of all manner of good things to eat....
"Good-bye, Ally! thanks for your hospitality, Ally! thank your folks for me again!"
"I will. See you up at Laurel some day soon!"
For Merton was coming to study there, in the fall.
Back in Laurel I resumed my studies again in my intense though haphazard way. Doctors' degrees and graduation certificates did not interest me. I meditated no career in which such credentials would stand me in stead. But the meat and substance of what the world had achieved, written, thought—it was this that I sought to learn and know.