“You can’t make any arrangements without the consent of your guardian,” said Gerald smiling. “I have other views for you.”
“You can’t be any older than I,” said Victor, “but I feel like a small boy beside you. I wish I was as strong and self-reliant as you.”
“We were brought up differently, Victor. You are the son of a rich man, while my father was very poor.”
“My father’s wealth doesn’t seem to do me any good,” said Victor sadly. “He leaves me to myself, and if it had not been for you I don’t know what would have become of me.”
“It will be different soon. I want you to take the next train for St. Louis with me.”
“That is on the way home,” said Victor, brightening.
“And I am going to take you home. I have some business with your father.”
“But if father will not receive me?” suggested Victor apprehensively.
“Then I will take care of you. You will in that case have to call me papa.”
Victor laughed aloud. Gerald’s bright humor was infectious.