First and foremost, there was Ray: he had not known _him_ in those days; if he had, he said to himself, things would have been different long before they were.
Going back up town he met Mr.Holbrook, who turned and walked with him.
"And so," he said, after the long talk was concluded, "you go next week, do you ?" "Next Tuesday, sir." "Well, God bless you, my friend, as He has, and will." Then, after a minute, "Edward, my son is a wanderer yet: do you still remember him ?" "Always, sir," Edward answered, in firm, steady tones; "and, Mr.
Holbrook, God _never_ forgets!" As he went on past Mr.Minturn's store, could he have heard the remarks that were made there, very likely he might have remembered a certain statement which he made to the little fishes that summer morning.
Mr.Minturn, looking out after him, said to Mr.Dewey,-- "There goes one of the finest and most promising young men in this town." "Yes," answered Mr.Dewey, laughing a little; "I used to notice that he improved every day after he brought back those circus tickets.".