Larry bade his mother, sisters, and brother, as well as the nurse, good-bye, and then went to the railroad station where he was to meet Mr. Newton. It was raining hard, as it had been for a week past.
“If this keeps up I’m afraid there’ll be trouble at the dam,” thought Larry, as he splashed through a big puddle.
He found the reporter waiting for him. Mr. Newton was attired in a long rain coat, and he had a big dress-suit case with him, that seemed well filled.
“Got any rubber boots?” he asked Larry, as soon as the latter greeted him.
“No. Why?”
“Because you’ll need ’em if this sort of weather keeps up. You wait here and I’ll go and buy you a pair. What size do you wear?”
“About six, I guess,” replied Larry.
Mr. Newton hurried out and returned, bearing a bundle.
“There you are,” said the reporter. “They’ll keep your feet dry, anyhow.”
A few minutes later their train was called and the two went out on the long platform along which the cars stood.