Mr. Wendell was looking at his watch.
“How far is it to the depot?” he asked.
“About ten minutes’ walk,” answered Ray. “But surely you are not going home so soon?”
“Yes,” said his father, “I must be in Boston early to-morrow morning, so I must leave here on the 10:30 train. As my valise is at the hotel I had better start now.”
All three of us accompanied Mr. Wendell, who kept up a stream of questions about our plans and purposes.
“The last time I saw you three, you were busy with baseball practice out on our lawn at Cedar Hill. You must come out again, and stay longer. I always like to have plenty of live stock on the place,” he said jokingly.
“Nothing would please us better,” I answered. “We shall never forget the delightful week we spent at Cedar Hill.”
“How is your baseball nine?” he asked.
“Very good,” answered Ray. “We have seldom had a better nine.”