"Maybe you were only dreaming," suggested Dave.
"No, I wasn't—I was as wide awake as I am now."
"It would be too bad if Shadow got to sleep-walking again," said Dave. "We'll have to watch him a little. We don't want him to get into trouble."
During the next two weeks Dave found but little time for recreation. A test in two studies was in progress, and he made up his mind to pass with flying colors. He went in for a regular "grind," as Roger expressed it, and was at his books fully as much as was Polly Vane; indeed, the two often studied together.
"Come on out for a skate—it may be the last of the season," said the senator's son, one afternoon, but Dave shook his head.
"Can't do it, Roger—I've got my Latin to do, and four of those problems in geometry,—and some German."
"Oh, bother the lessons! Can't you let the geometry and the German slide?"
"Oh, I've made up my mind to get not less than ninety per cent. in the test this week."
"Then you won't really come?" Roger lingered in the doorway as he spoke.
"Not to-day. Have you got that geometry?"
"No—I thought I might do it this evening."
