"Very well. You shall spend to-morrow at the Eureka Company's factory. They are big customers of ours and when I telephoned them today they told me they would be glad to have you come, and promised to show you all about." "Are you sure they would want me to come, Mr. Carlton?" asked Van, looking squarely into the eyes of the older man. "Why not? You're a chum of Bob's, aren't you?" "Yes. But, you see, that isn't all." With one searching glance Mr. Carlton scanned the lad's face. "No, Van," he replied with quiet emphasis, "that is not all. You are more than Bob's chum--you are a friend of mine, too." The boy flushed. "I'd like to think so, Mr. Carlton." "I want you to know so, Van. I happened to see Mr. Hennessey," he went on in a lower tone, "and he related to me that incident at the factory. Of course he did not understand it, but I did--instantly. I appreciated your sense of honor, my boy." "I wanted to be square." "You were a gentleman in the very best sense of the word." A great gladness glowed in Van's eyes, for terse as was the phrase it bore to him the very recognition he had coveted from Bob's father. Mr. Carlton, however, did not enlarge upon the subject, but casting it swiftly into the background asked: "Are you sure you both would rather spend your last morning in New York going through a candy factory than doing anything else? Factories are tiresome places, you must remember." "But a candy factory could never be tiresome!" asserted Bob. His father laughed. "There are just as many miles in a candy factory as any other," he replied. "Any of the men who work there would tell you that, I fancy." "But they are such nice miles!" argued Bob. "Don't you say we go, Van?" "I sure do. I want to see how they dip chocolates," Van answered.