“Well, there are no worries about Hervey, anyway,” said Mrs. Walton. “Temple Camp is the one place where he really did seem to get on. I’d be dreadfully nervous about going if it weren’t for that. I do believe you and I are more nervous about this than Hervey is.”
“We are no such experienced travelers as he is,” said Mr. Walton.
“You’re going to talk to him, aren’t you?”
Mr. Walton talked to him and found that so far as Hervey was concerned everything was quite all right; he would have been glad to give his permission for them to go to Mars. He was not the one to curb the freedom of any aspiring soul.
“And you won’t mind being alone; I mean up at Temple Camp?” Mr. Walton asked him.
“Sure thing, go as far as you like,” said Hervey. Did he recall the circumstances under which he had been sent home from camp? And if so, did not his position now trouble him the least bit? It would be hard to say. “Sure, I’ll stay up there till you come back,” he said; “you should worry.”
“I’m sure I will,” said poor Mrs. Walton.
“You don’t think it’s necessary for me to write up there?” Mr. Walton asked.
“Sure not,” said Hervey gayly, “they know me.”
“Well then, I’ll give you a check for July and I’ll mail them another check on the first of August. I guess that will be all right.”