you know, very strict under certain circumstances, but—er—um—come and see me to-night."
"What do you s'pose he wants?" asked Sid when Tom had told him of the meeting.
"Blessed if I know, unless it's to give me a lecture on my conduct."
"No, Moses isn't that kind."
"He's going to restore to you all the rights and privileges of a student," declared Phil Clinton, who, together with some others of Tom's chums, was in his room.
"My uncle says" began Ford Fenton, but instantly there was a protesting howl.
"Give me that water pitcher!" demanded Sid of Phil.
"This isn't fit to drink," was the remonstrance.
"I know it, but Fenton needs a bath, don't you, Ford? Your uncle! Say, the next time you say that we'll make you repeat the first book of Cæsar backward, eh, fellows?"
"That's right," came in a chorus.
"Well," went on Fenton in somewhat aggrieved tones, "he once told me"
"Write it out," expostulated Phil.
"Move he be given leave to print," came from Sid, who had once heard a long debate in Congress.
There was laughter and more chaffing of luckless Fenton, whose uncle, from his own making, was like unto a millstone hung about his neck.
