One was found.
“I am going to find a name somewhere in this paper,” said Andy, and forthwith he began to examine critically the crowded columns.
He paused at a paragraph, recording the bravery of a boy named Henry Miller, who had saved a younger boy from drowning, somewhere in Massachusetts. This struck Andy favorably.
“Mother,” he said, “let me introduce myself to you as Henry Miller.”
“Do you like the name?” asked his mother, doubtfully.
“Not particularly, but it is the name of a brave boy, and so is an honorable name. I shouldn’t like a bad name, like Benedict Arnold, for instance.”
“What did Henry Miller do?”
“He saved a boy from drowning.”
So it was decided that Andy, as soon as he left Hamilton, should be known as Henry Miller.
He had, as we know, intended to buy a new suit of clothes, but as he was about to assume the character of a poor boy, wandering about the country in search of employment, that would hardly be worth while.