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see her to-night, after I ’ve settled with Baxter. I ’ll arrange with her about your schooling.”
“How long will it be?”
“How long will what be?”
“Before I can come back?”
“That depends on how you apply yourself to your studies.”
“Gee,” Barney said, “I ’ll ’ply myself all right.”
“Good,” Babbing held out his hand. “Good-by meanwhile. And good luck.”
Barney shook hands shyly. “Thanks, Chief. The same to you.”
“All right. Run along now.”
Barney hurried obediently to the door. “I ’ll be back,” he grinned, “before you miss me—wit’ a leather medal.”
“If you come back wit’ dat Bowery accent,” Babbing said, to a letter that he had opened, “I ’ll throw you out the window. Get out of here.”
And Barney went, giggling, with his very
