"Yes," he said, as if to himself, "that proves a right to the third leaf." Then he dropped the letter in his pocket.
Lloyd looked up, almost shyly.

"Rob, I want to tell you something.

Even after that letter was written I was tempted not to send it.

I was sitting with it in my hand, hesitating, when I heard yoah whistle in the hall, and then it came ovah me like a flash, all you'd said, both in jest and earnest, about friendship and what it should count for.

Well, it was the old test, like jumping off the roof and climbing the chimney.