Ralph Henry Barbour

“ Dick listened with a sheepish smile on his face.
“Go ahead,” he said, “and have a good time. I don’t mind. Children must be amused.”
“Ah, don’t let it harden you,” pleaded Chub. “Face it like a man and live it down. After all, there are worse things in life—”
But Dick’s patience was at an end and Chub’s philosophizing was cut short by the sudden necessity of defending himself against Dick’s onslaught. A minute later Mr. Cobb, passing through the corridor, put his head in at the door long enough to remark:
“Boys! No fooling in the study room, remember!” ”

“ Roy said with a shake of his head. “Your authority is in danger, Harry.”
Saturday evening Dick took a brief vacation from study and there was a meeting of the F. H. S. I. S. in the barn. But nothing was accomplished, although ways and means were discussed for some time and all sorts of schemes for raising the money were advanced.
“If only Ferry Hill had turned out a few dozen millionaires,” mourned Chub. “Every school ought to graduate a millionaire a year.”
“Maybe some of the Ferry Hill grads are millionaires,” said Dick thoughtfully. ”

“ And if you try you can study at home enough to keep up with your class. Of course there’s the disgrace of it, but—well, you can live that down in time.”
“Of course you can,” Roy assured him, evidently striving to be cheerful in the face of adversity. “But we’ll miss you, Dick, like anything.”
“You bet we will,” Chub said. “And—er—you won’t want to take the ice-boat home with you, I suppose. So I’ll take charge of it for you, old man.”
“We both will,” added Roy. “Anything to oblige a friend.” ”