other students awaiting them, including Luke Watson, who was noted as a singer and banjo-player, Bertram Vane, always called "Polly," because his manner was so girlish, and little Chip Macklin, who had been the school sneak but who had now turned over a new leaf.
"It does my heart good to set eyes on you fellows again!" cried Luke Watson. "If it wasn't so late I'd get out my banjo and sing a song in your honor."
"Yes, and have old Haskers up here, giving us extra work for to-morrow," answered Ben. "No, thank you, Luke, not so early in the season, please."
"Delighted to see you all," lisped Polly Vane. "I trust you all had a real nice time."
"I certainly did," answered Dave. "How about you, Polly? Did they invite you to any molasses-pulls or pink teas?"
"Oh, I had a glorious time, Dave. My two cousins visited us—splendid girls—and they had some other girls come in, and we"
"All played blindman's-buff and hunt-the-slipper," finished Sam. "Wasn't that too delicious for anything!" and he said this in such a feminine tone that everybody but Polly laughed. The girlish student looked a bit doubtful, but was not offended.
The cold ride had made the boys sleepy, and all were glad to undress and go to bed. Dave was
