"Well, so long as you have secured a season ticket in advance I
suppose there is no help for it," he added with a comic expression of
resignation. "When, by the by, does the next lecture come?"
Theo pretended to produce an imaginary ticket from his pocket and
consult it.
"The next lecture seems to be listed for this evening just after
dinner," he replied gravely.
"It does, does it!" exclaimed Mr. Croyden. "Very well; the lecturer
will be ready at seven sharp. I make it a point never to disappoint an
audience."
With a good-natured laugh he was gone.
"I hope I don't bother Mr. Croyden too much, Father," observed Theo
reflectively, after the older man was out of hearing.
"I guess you don't," answered the Doctor. "At first I was afraid you
might be taking too much of his time, so I asked him; but I soon found
he enjoyed these talks quite as much as you. He is a good talker, and
like the rest of us finds it pleasant to discuss his hobby. I begged
him to be frank and tell you whenever he was too tired or busy to
talk, and he promised he would."
"He has been mighty good to me."
"He certainly has," agreed Dr. Swift. "He likes boys very much.
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