“Yes, it wouldn’t be nearly so lonesome,” said Dan sympathetically.
“Oh, it isn’t that! But if father had some more children he wouldn’t be so blamed careful of me!”
“What school are you thinking about?” Dan asked carelessly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” was the vague reply. “Father used to talk about Broadwood a year or so ago. But I don’t want to go there. Then there is a school in New York City he fancies. I guess he likes that because I could live at home. But that wouldn’t be the same thing at all, would it? Say, are you going to be at Yardley next year?”
“Hope to,” answered Dan. Gerald was silent a moment. There was evidently something he wanted to say. Finally,
“I’d like to go to Yardley if you were going to be there,” he said rather shyly.
“I’d like to have you,” replied Dan heartily. “Why don’t you ask your father to let you come next Fall?”
“Do you think I could pass the examinations?”
“Yes, I’m pretty sure you could. You ought to make the Third Class.”
“Would you be in that?”