Both Professor Potts and myself now live with Mr. Wadsworth."
"I see. Then perhaps you'll get in our class, and that will be jolly," added Roger Morr.
It was now almost noon, and after a little more conversation the senator's son invited Dave to dine with him.
"I was going to dine at Oakdale Junction," said Dave.
"Oh, come with me," insisted Roger. "I don't want to eat alone—I never do if I can help it. Besides, I want to show you that I appreciate what you have done for our folks. Just wait till father gets here, I guess he'll want to do something, too."
"I wish we could find that thief."
"Yes, but where are we to look for him? He'll make the best possible use of his time to get away," added Roger.
He led the way to a first-class restaurant, and there ordered an elaborate meal. It was more than Dave expected and he was frank to say so.
"Don't worry, you won't get such a spread when you get to Oak Hall," answered Roger. "They set a substantial table, but the doctor doesn't believe in ruining a pupil's digestion."
"Is the doctor a nice man?"
"One of the best you ever met. All the better class of boys like him very much."
