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THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN

miscellaneous articles off one end of the sofa, to make room for the visitor.

"Just sit down sort of easy, please," cautioned Sid, as he motioned toward the couch. "One of the bottom boards is loose, and it may come down, especially——"

"As I'm not exactly a featherweight," finished Frank. "I'll be careful. I got through with my stuff, and didn't have anything to do, so I thought I'd drop in."

"Yes, we live by the river; when you're down that way, drop in," said Phil, and there was a laugh at the joke and reference.

"I didn't see you fellows out there," remarked the lad from the West, with a motion of his head toward the stream.

"No, we had another engagement," remarked Tom.

"Speaking of engagements, reminds me of something!" exclaimed Phil, pulling a note from his pocket. "Ruth wrote me yesterday to come over to Fairview to-night, and bring you fellows. There's some sort of doings—giving a Greek play, or something like that, and a feed after it. I forgot all about it."

"Say, you're a nice one!" cried Tom, jumping up and looking at the new clock.

"I should say yes!" added Sid. "Is it too late to go now?"