“Let’s go over to Ripley Academy,” proposed George, paying no heed to the chauffeur’s earnest efforts to attract his attention.
“That’s my idea,” agreed Jack.
“Take my advice, and wait for your uncle,” said Norman.
“No use, when I can see him to-night,” answered George, with a shake of his head. “I’m going.”
“Wait—wait,” pleaded Pierre Dufour. “Monsieur the Colonel, he say——”
But George pushed promptly by, and, in a moment, was on the street.
Redfern and George both knew the city well, and soon they were standing before the capitol. It is a very massive building of handsome design.
Joe’s proposition to go in and see the governor was promptly vetoed.
“Don’t see why not,” grumbled Joe. “He has to go to New York once in a while, and might like to take the trip with us.”
Up one street and down another they went, admiring the neat houses surrounded by pretty lawns and the rows of substantial dwellings; then back to the business section, where Jack sent off a dozen picture postals to little Bobby.