“Oh much better, thank you. I’ve been working steadily since you helped me.”
“That’s good. Where are you bound for now?” went on Andy.
“Why, I’m going to look up an uncle of mine I haven’t seen in years. I hear he has a big farm, and I thought I’d like to work for him.”
“Where is it?” asked Andy.
“In a place called Wickford, Connecticut.”
“Wickford!” exclaimed Andy. “Why that’s near New Haven, and Yale—where I’m going this fall. Maybe I’ll see you there, Link.”
“Maybe,” assented the young farmer, and then, declining Andy’s invitation to sit with the school lads, he passed on down the car aisle.