"Over Thanksgiving?"
"Yes."
"Well, I am going home to spend that time, and I want you to go with me."
"What, to Boston?" asked Harry, startled, for to him, inexperienced as he was, that seemed a very long journey.
"Yes. Father and mother gave me permission to invite you. Shall I show you the letter?"
"I'll take it for granted, Oscar, but I am afraid I can't go."
"Nonsense! What's to prevent?"
"In the first place, Mr. Anderson can't spare me."
"Ask him."
"What's that?" asked the editor, hearing his name mentioned.