It was too late to do it now. They had not come back as early as they had intended. The bell for “lights out,” clanged, and Andy hastily prepared for bed.
“Only a few more days at old Milton,” he whispered to himself. “And then for Yale!”
The closing days of the term drew nearer. Examinations were the order of the day, and many were the anxious hearts. There was less fun and more hard work.
Andy wrote home, detailing briefly his decision and telling of the affair of the theatre. For it got into the papers, and Andy was made quite a hero. He wanted his parents to understand the true situation.
A letter of thanks came from the theatre manager, and with it a pass, good for any time, for Andy and his friends. In the letter it was said that Miss Fuller was in no danger, and had gone to the home of relatives to recover from the shock.
Andy was rather surprised when he received, one day, a fine mackinaw coat, of the latest style. With it was a note which said:
“To replace the one you burned.”
There was no name signed, but he knew from whom it came.