Bobby had some doubts about this point, and with good reason too. He had called at Tom's house, the day before, and they had gone to church together; but neither he nor his parents had said a word about his going to Boston.
"When did they agree to it?"
"Last night," replied Tom, after a moment's hesitation.
"All right then; but I cannot promise you that Mr. Bayard will let you have the books."
"I can fix that, I reckon," replied Tom, confidently.
"I will speak a good word for you, at any rate."
"That's right, Bob."
"I am going down into the State of Maine this time, and shall be gone three or four weeks."
"So much the better; I always wanted to go down that way."
Tom asked a great many questions about the business and the method of travelling, which Bobby's superior intelligence and more extensive experience enabled him to answer to the entire satisfaction of the other.