"Well, Tom, where are you going?" asked Bobby, after he had made up his mind not to object to the companionship of the other.
"I don't know. You have been a good friend to me lately, and I had an idea that you would give me a lift in this business."
"I should be very willing to do so; but what can I do for you?"
"Just show me how the business is done; that's all I want."
"Your father and mother were willing you should come—were they not?"
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.