Glen leaned against the gate after they had gone, listening to their voices in the distance.
"Have a good time, Glen?"
"Yes, father!"
The window closed. Glen laughed bitterly, leaning against the gate; then the laugh changed to a sob.
"I don't want much, I ask so little, dear God; only Indiana."
CHAPTER V.
Camp Indiana.
"I'm tired of the model farm. I wouldn't care to spend another spring here."
"Indiana, your love of change will bode you no good, some day."
"I come by it honestly, Grandma Chazy—you're always on the go."