“I won’t, mother, I will let him know too. I am not going to run away. I’ll give him fair warning of my intention. Now, mother, if you’ll excuse me I’ll go over and tell Albert Graham about my plans.”
Albert lived not more than half a mile away. He was about as old as Ben, but at least two inches shorter. The two were great chums. To him Ben communicated his purpose.
“Where do you talk of going?” asked Albert.
“To New York.”
“Ain’t you afraid to go alone to such a big city?”
“No; why should I be?”
“There are a good many bad people there, I’ve heard.”
“And still more good people. I think I shall have a better chance in a large city than in the country.”
“How far away is New York?”
“It is a little more than two hundred miles from Boston.”