“But why didn’t you tell me, Willie?” queried Mr. Beaumont.
“Because I didn’t know myself,” answered Willie; “I’ve just found out.”
The three gentlemen then began to talk earnestly.
Within a few minutes, Mr. Beaumont leaned back in his chair and remarked:
“I am delighted. Even though nothing more than this had been accomplished, I would have been more than satisfied with your trip. Willie shall go to a school of technology. Cranny”—he laughed dryly—“I was once a boy myself; I accept your explanation. You have, at least, acted in a manly fashion.”
“Undoubtedly, sir; undoubtedly!” came from Mr. Sharswood.
“And shall have the privilege of staying a few weeks longer.”
Cranny found it hard to refrain from shouting.
“Say, Willie, what does P. G. S. stand for?” asked Bob, suddenly.
“Why, Pretty Good Sort, of course,” laughed Willie.