TWO HOLIDAYS MAKE CONFESSION
The next evening Doctor Holiday listened to a rather elaborate argument on the part of his older nephew in favor of the latter's leaving Dunbury immediately in pursuit of his specialist training that he had planned to go in for eventually.
"You are no longer contented here with me—with us?" questioned the older man when the younger had ended his exposition.
Larry's quick ear caught the faint hurt in his uncle's voice and hastened to deny the inference.
"It isn't that, Uncle Phil. I am perfectly satisfied—happier here with you that I would be anywhere else in the world. You have been wonderful to me. I am not such an ungrateful idiot as not to understand and appreciate what a start it has given me to have you and your name and work behind me. Only—maybe I've been under your wing long enough. Maybe I ought to stand on my feet."
Doctor Holiday studied the troubled young face opposite him. He was fairly certain that he wasn't getting the whole or the chief reasons which were behind this sudden proposition.
"Do you wish to go at once?" he asked. "Or will the first of the year be soon enough."
Larry flushed and fell to fumbling with a paper knife that lay on the desk.
"I—I meant to go right away," he stammered.
"Why?"