Swift tears sprang to Pen's eyes. Surely the beautiful, the tender side of life was again turning toward him. It was with difficulty that he was able sufficiently to control his voice to reply:
"Thank you, grandfather! You are very good to us."
"Do not mention it! How about your own wants? Have you money sufficient to carry you to your destination?"
"Thank you! I have all the money I need."
"Very well. I shall communicate with you later, and see that you lack nothing for your comfort. Will you kindly send me your address when you are permanently located in your training camp?"
"Yes, I will."
Pen glanced at his watch and saw that he had but a few minutes left in which to catch his train.
"I'm sorry, grandfather," he said, "but when I met you I was just starting for the station to take my train north; and now, if I don't hurry, I'll get left."
He held out his hand and the old man grasped it anew.
"Penfield, my boy;" his voice was firm and brave as he spoke. "Penfield, my boy, quit yourself like the man that you are! Remember whose blood courses in your veins! Remember that you are an American citizen and be proud of it. Farewell!"