“How long have you been here, Greyson?”
“Six years, sir.”
“In a year more you would be ready for college,” said the doctor, musing.
“Why does he say ‘would’? Why not ‘will’?” thought Greyson.
“Am I to go to college?” asked Gilbert.
“I thought it probable; but I have just learned that your guardian has other views for you.”
“Have you a letter from my guardian?” asked Gilbert, eagerly.
“Yes; it only reached me this afternoon. Would you like to read it?”
“Very much, sir.”
“Here it is,” said Dr. Burton, opening his desk, and drawing therefrom a letter enclosed in a buff envelope.