"Why, no," said the other, "fire away."
"Could you tell me how much it costs to go to college?" (Mr. Hart flushed at the idea of his going to college.)
"Well," replied the young man, "I came there with one hundred and fifty dollars, and mud on my boots. But it all depends."
"I suppose I'd be too old to go to school now," suggested Mr. Hart.
"Oh, I don't know," said the other, "I worked on a farm five years before I thought of going. If I'd known what it was going to be, I'd have worked five years longer rather than have given it up."
"Oh," said Mr. Hart.
"If you'll let me have your address, I'll send you some books on the subject," the college man continued. "But, hold on," he exclaimed, "come down to the car, and see how we live.—My name's Franklin."
"My name's Hart."
They shook hands.
"I'll introduce you to some of the boys," said Franklin.
Hart was delighted, and they left the hotel and walked toward the car. All the way down
