“I hope not, for in that case I should lose my scholar, and have to bow to his superior knowledge.”
“Then you don’t know everything, Mr. Crabb?”
“Far from it! I hope your father didn’t engage me in any such illusion.”
“Because,” said Walter, “I had one teacher who pretended to know all there was worth knowing. I remember how annoyed he was once when I caught him in a mistake in geography.”
“I shall not be annoyed at all when you find me out in a mistake, for I don’t pretend to be very learned.”
“Then I think we’ll get along,” said Walter, favorably impressed by the usher’s modesty.
“I suppose if I didn’t know anything we should get along even better,” said Mr. Crabb, amused.
“Well, perhaps that might be carrying things too far!” Walter admitted.
In the afternoon Hector and Walter spent two hours at the gymnasium in Twenty-eighth Street, and walked leisurely home after a healthful amount of exercise.
For some reason, which he could not himself explain, Hector said nothing to Walter about his rescue of the little girl on Madison Avenue, though he heard of it at the gymnasium.