“Oh, no,” laughed Dick, “he’s a mining man. He owns mines and buys and sells them. My mother died a couple of years ago and we broke up housekeeping and went moseying around, Dad and I. Then when he found he’d have to go to London and Paris for two or three months he didn’t know what to do with me. So I said I’d go to school somewhere in the East; I’d never been very much, anyway. So that’s how it happened; savvy?”
“Yes, but what’s ‘savvy’?” asked Harry.
“Oh, it means ‘Do you understand?’”
“Then if—if you did want to leave Hammond you could?” she asked. Dick nodded.
“Sure as shooting! Why not? I told Dad I wouldn’t stay if I didn’t like it, and he said in that case I could go back to Helena or join him in London.”
“My!” exclaimed Harry. “Why don’t you go to London?”
“I’ve been there twice,” Dick answered.
“Then—then you—you’ll stay at Hammond?” asked Harry wistfully.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Dick. “Maybe.”