When Bernard left the cars and stepped on the platform of the Doncaster station, he saw Freedom Wentworth preparing to drive away on a store wagon. “Give me a ride, Freed?” said Bernard.
Freedom Wentworth turned quickly, and seemed at first in doubt. Then he said, as his face lighted up, “Why, it’s Bernard Brooks.”
“The same, Freed. Shall I have the ride?”
“Yes, jump up. Why, you’re looking fine. Where do you want to go?”
“To see my old friend, Professor Snowdon. How is he?”
“He isn’t flourishing. He has lost half his scholars, and looks awfully shabby. Are you going to enter his school again?”
“Not much!”
“What are you doing? Are you working?”
“I am living on my money.”
“So am I,” said Freedom, who thought it a good joke.