"Don't grow superstitious, Tom."
"Where do you come in?"
"I stand fifth."
"That's splendid, Sam! Oh, come on and jig!" And Tom caught his brother by the waist and whirled him around. Over the gymnasium floor they went, to land suddenly into the form of William Philander Tubbs, who had just entered.
"Oh, I say, don't you know" spluttered William Philander. He had the breath all but knocked out of his body.
"Excuse me, Tublets," cried Tom.
"Don't call me Tublets, please," expostulated the tall student. "And please don't run into me again."
"Oh, Sam and I were only doing a war dance," cried Tom, gaily. "We have passed our exams."
"You are very rude, don't you know."
"It shan't occur again, Philliam Willander."
"William Philander, Tom."
"To be sure, I am glad I am sorry that I remember I forgot," answered Tom, gravely. "It shan't occur again the last time, I assure you."
"Oh, Tom, let up!" put in Dick, who had come up. "We have passed—doesn't that make you feel good?"
"And you at the head of the class, Dick! Say, if I had wings, or an aeroplane, I'd fly!"
