"I know pretty much the sort of a chap he is," said Dave. "He likes to go to the theater, and he was a great chap to bowl. If I go over there I am going to hunt up the bowling places, if there are any, and take a look in at the different theaters. If he is in London I ought to run across him some day. And I'll try finding him by letter and by a notice in the newspapers, too."
Dave was a very busy boy for the next few days, perfecting his plans to visit England. Yet he managed to spend several happy hours with the others and especially with Jessie, who now acted more like a young lady than a girl. Truth to tell, Dave thought a great deal of the rich manufacturer's daughter, and Jessie seemed always to want him around, that they might sing together, or play games, or go out for a sleigh-ride.
"You mustn't forget us when you are in London," said Jessie. "I want you to send me some postal cards—the picture kind."
"I'll send you one every day," replied Dave. "The very nicest I can find."
"With pictures of the places you visit?"
"Yes."
"Then you must tell me about the places in your letters."
"Do you want me to write?"
"Of course, and I'll write too," said Jessie, and gave him one of her sunniest smiles. Dave thought
