“You don’t say! How’d you get it?”
“Mr. Conrad, an artist, a friend of the minister, got it for me.”
“Is your mother willin’ to have you go?”
“She will miss me, but she thinks it will be for my advantage.”
“How’s she goin’ to live? It will take all you can earn to pay your own way in a big city. In fact, I don’t believe you can do it.”
“I’ll try, Mr. Tripp.”
Chester did not care to mention the new boarder that was expected, as he thought it probable that Mr. Tripp, who always looked out for his own interests, would try to induce Miss Dolby to board with him. As Mr. Tripp had the reputation of keeping a very poor table, he had never succeeded in retaining a boarder over four weeks.
Chester found that his clothing needed replenishing, and ventured to spend five dollars for small articles, such as handkerchiefs, socks, etc. Saturday morning he walked to the depot with a small gripsack in his hand and bought a ticket for New York.
CHAPTER X.