be able to arrange everything without much trouble, I am sure."
Near the end of their journey Dave and Ben found themselves alone, Roger and Phil having said good-by at places further up the road. As they neared Crumville, the heart of the country boy beat quicker. How many things had happened since he had left that town to go to Oak Hall!
"I see the old white church steeple!" cried Ben, as they came out of a patch of timber. "Looks natural, doesn't it?"
"I feel as if I had been away a year, instead of a few months," answered Dave. He was peering anxiously out of the window. "Here we come to the station, and, yes, there is Mr. Wadsworth's automobile, and Mr. Wadsworth himself and Jessie!"
Soon the train came to a halt, and they piled out, dress-suit cases in hand, and walked over to the automobile.
"How do you do?" cried Jessie Wadsworth, a beautiful miss of thirteen, with soft eyes and golden curls. "I told papa you would be on this train."
"How do you do?" returned Dave, dropping his suit case to lift his cap and shake hands. "I hope you are well."
"Oh, I am," replied the miss, shaking back her curls. "How do you do, Ben?" And then there was more handshaking.
