"
"You bet we will!" said Malcolm.
Next morning the boys had the car ready. They packed in all their bird
books, their flower records, and botanies, and were eagerly waiting when
the call from Mr. Dovesky came. At once they drove to his home for him,
and from there to a music store where a violin was selected for Malcolm.
Mr. Dovesky was so big, the boys stood in awe of his size. He was so
clean, no boy would want him to see him dirty. He was so handsome, it was
good to watch his face, because you had to like him when he smiled. He was
so polite, that you never for a minute forgot that soon you were going to
be a man, and if you could be the man you wished, you would be exactly
like him. Both boys were very shy of him and very much afraid his entrance
into their party would spoil their fun.
When they left the music store, Malcolm carefully carrying his new violin,
Mr. Dovesky his, and a roll of music, the boys with anxious hearts awaited
developments.
"Now Mr. Tower," said Mr. Dovesky, "suppose we drive wherever you are
likely to find the birds you have been practising on, and for a start let
me hear just what you have done and can do, and then I can plan better to
work in with you.
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