as well as his father and his uncle, had been restored to him.
"After I go back to boarding school where are you and Laura and Uncle Dunston going to stay?" questioned Dave of his father.
Mr. Porter smiled faintly. "I have a little secret about that, Dave," he answered. "I'll tell you later—after everything is ripe."
"I know the Wadsworths would hate to have me leave them—and Professor Potts won't want me to go either."
"Well, you wait, Dave,—and see what comes," answered his father; and with this the lad had to be content.
Bright and early Monday morning the three boys had breakfast and started for the depot, to take the train for Oakdale, the nearest town to Oak Hall. Laura, Jessie, and Mr. David Porter went along to see them off.
"Now, Dave, I want to see you make the most of this term at school," said Mr. Porter. "Now you have Laura and me, you won't have so much to worry about."
"I'll do my level best, father," he answered.
"We want you to come out at the top of the class," said Laura.
"And Dave can do it too—I know he can," remarked Jessie, and gave him a sunny smile of encouragement.
