for San Francisco was to be made on the following Monday morning. All the boys were to meet at the Grand Central Depot, in New York City, and take the limited express which left for Chicago at noon.
"I will go with you as far as New York," an nounced Mr. Wadsworth. "I wish to see that your journey is safely begun."
The last days of the week were busy ones for Dave. A steamer trunk was procured for him, and into this was packed his outfit, including a semi-nautical suit that fitted him to perfection and gave him quite a sailor look.
"I suppose you'll be a regular sailor by the time you come back," said Jessie.
"I don't know about that," answered Dave. "I am not going for that purpose," and his tone grew serious.
"Oh, I know that, Dave. I hope you find what you are going for. But—but"
"But what, Jessie?"
"Oh, I—I don't want you to leave us, Dave. If you find a father, or an uncle, or brother, or somebody like that, I suppose you won't stay with us any more." And the young miss pouted engagingly.
"I'll certainly not care to leave you, Jessie," he answered, gently. "But you cannot blame me for wanting to find out who I am, I am sure."
