"  Yes ;  a  juvenile  boarding-house.  Heaphy?
it  seems,  has  a  pull  with  some  paper  in  New
York  that  has  a  Fresh  Air  Fund  ;  sends  city  kids
out  into  the  country  to  gambol  on  the  green."

"  That 's  what  he  worked  at  last  summer,
was  n't  it  ?  "  Ned  inquired.
"  Yes,"  Hart  answered.  "  I  think  it  will  be
rather  interesting.  Besides,  it  pays  pretty  well,
which  is  something  to  be  considered.  Hullo,
here  comes  Ken."

Hollingsworth,  followed  by  a  colored  man
carrying  two  immense  valises,  came  running  up.
Manager  Bishop,  Tommy  Wilson,  and  Fred
Minton  were  there  also,  looking  rather  woe-
begone.
256  A  Princetonian.
"Halloo,  you  fellows,"  cried  Kenmore.  "Now,
don't  let 's  get  glum.  You  'd  better  change
your  mind,  Ned,  and  come  along  with  me.
You  '11  learn  more  of  architecture  than  poling
in  an  office  in  New  York."

"  When  do  you  sail  ? "  Ned  asked.  "  Of
course,  I  can't  go,  but  I  wish  I  could."

"  Sail  next  Saturday.  See  Madge  and  mother
in  London  for  a  few  days,  and  then  take  the
steamer  for  India,  via  Suez.  My  cousin,  that
Harvard  chap  I  had  down  here  last  week,  and
who  was  'so  taken  with  the  place,  don't  you
know,  old  fellow,'  is  going  with  me.  I  '11  be
back  in  less  than  a  year, — and  Pop,  old  boy,  I
want  to  find  you  right  down  here  in  this  little
burgh,  pushing  things  along.
"  I  hope  you  will,"  Hart  answered.  Then  he
and  Hollingsworth  shook  hands.
