“Yes, unless I oversleep myself,” said Walter, laughing.
Walter found his bed a comfortable one, and slept soundly. In the morning he felt thoroughly refreshed, and was prepared to do justice to a plentiful breakfast.
“At what time do you start?” he asked of Allen Barclay, who was again seated next to him.
“At fifteen minutes of nine. The schoolhouse is only five minutes distant, and this allows me plenty of time.”
“It will seem like going to school again myself. I can almost fancy myself back again at the institute.”
“You will hardly find the scholars as far advanced,” said Barclay, “or the teacher,” he added, with a smile.
“That would certainly be true if I were teacher,” returned Walter.
“What do you say to a little walk before it is time to go to school?” asked the teacher. “I generally walk for half an hour or more, as an offset to the long confinement of school.”
“I shall be very glad to accompany you, Mr. Barclay.”
The two put on their hats, and walked up the road slowly.