of study had the usual fun mixed in with it. There was nothing very new or exciting until the second Monday of the term.
Then, just before school commenced, as Bob, Frank and Sammy passed the house where Frank had stopped the runaway automobile, Sammy pointed towards it.
"Hello!" he cried. "Some one has moved into that place since Friday."
"That's so," said Frank, noticing some big empty boxes on the porch, "and somebody is moving about there."
"I wonder if it's the fat boy's father?" spoke Bob.
"I'll bet it is," said Sammy, as they walked on.
"Hi, hello! you fellows!" sounded a breathless voice, a minute later.
Tom Chubb came running out of the gate of the place the boys had just passed.
"Oh, moved into town, have you?" asked Frank, shaking the hand of the fat boy.
"Yes."
"We're glad of it," said Bob. "Where are you going?'^
"Fm going with you," was the reply. "My father saw the teacher last evening, and I'm to start at school this morning."
"Hurrah!" shouted Sammy, waving his cap in the air.
