? ? ? ? "Let me know when you are ready to dispose of the necklace."
? ? ? ? Here the depot carriage appeared in the street outside and Rodney with his gripsack in one hand and the precious casket in the other, climbed to a seat beside the driver.
? ? ? ? His trunk he left behind, promising to send for it when he had found a new boarding place.
? ? ? ? There was a chorus of good byes. Rodney waved his handkerchief in general farewell, and the carriage started for the depot.
? ? ? ? "Be you goin' for good?" asked Joel, the driver, who knew Rodney well and felt friendly to him.
? ? ? ? "Yes, Joel."
? ? ? ? "It's kind of sudden, isn't it?"
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? "What makes you go?"
? ? ? ? "Bad news, Joel."
? ? ? ? "Be any of your folks dead?"
? ? ? ? "It is not death. I haven't any `folks.' I'm alone in the world.
? ? ? ? It's because I've lost my property and am too poor to remain in school."
? ? ? ? "That's too bad," said the driver in a tone of sympathy. "Where are you goin'?"
? ? ? ? "To the city.
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