But there had been so much to do besides study that had seemed more important at the time, that he had allowed day after day to slip by without making the required effort, and now it appeared that no one wanted him.
Yes, there was one person who had made him a proposition that very day.
Thorpe Walling, the wealthiest fellow in the class, and one of its few members who had failed to gain a diploma, had said: "Look here, Grant, what do you say to taking a year's trip around the world with me, while I coach for a degree next June?
There is no such educator as travel, you know, and we'll make a point of going to all sorts of places where we can pick up ideas.

At the same time it'll be no end of a lark." "I don't know," Cabot had replied doubtfully, though his face had lighted at the mere idea of taking such a trip.

"I'd rather do that than almost anything else I know of, but----" "If you are thinking of the expense," broke in the other.
"It isn't that," interrupted Cabot, "but it seems somehow as though I ought to be doing something more in the line of business.

Anyway, I can't give you an answer until I have seen my guardian, who has sent me word to meet him in New York day after to-morrow.

I'll let you know what he says, and if everything is all right, perhaps I'll go with you." With this the matter had rested, and during the manifold excitements of the day our lad had not given it another thought, until he tumbled into bed, wondering what would happen next.