He wanted to establish a firm friendship; for if he was to stay in this lonely city, he must have something to love, if only a prodigal kitten of doubtful pedigree.
During the long, hot days that followed Sandy worked faithfully at the depot.

The regular hours and confinement seemed doubly irksome after the bohemian life on the road.
The Exposition was his salvation.

No sacrifice seemed too great to enable him to get beyond that magic gate.

For the "Knights of the Round Table" was but the beginning of miles and miles of wonderful pictures.

He even bought a catalogue, and, prompted by a natural curiosity for anything that interested him, learned the names of the artists he liked best, and the bits of biography attached to each.