An open door on the right revealed a room divided by a railing, in front of which were a half-dozen wooden chairs and beyond which were two desks, some filing cabinets, a book-case, a letter-press, some chairs and one small, middle-aged man with a shining bald head which was raised inquiringly as Steve led the way to the railing.
"How do you do, boys," greeted the sole occupant of the office in a thin, high voice.

"What are the names, please ?" As he spoke he took a card from a pile in front of him and dipped a pen in the ink-well.
"Stephen D.Edwards, sir." "Full name, please." "Stephen Dana." "Very good.

Place of residence ?" "Tannersville, Pennsylvania." "A wonderful state, Pennsylvania.

Parents' names, please." "Charles L.Edwards.My mother isn't living." "Tut, tut, tut!" said the school secretary regretfully and sympathetically.

"A great misfortune, Edwards.