"How about us poor chaps?" asked Roger. "Can't we come in somewhere?"
"Yes, you must come in right after Dave," answered Laura, and this made everybody laugh.
"The higher we get in school the harder the work becomes," came from Phil. "But I am going to peg away at it—provided the other fellows will let me."
"Phil always was very studious," said Dave, with an old-time grin spreading over his face. "He'd rather study a problem in geometry or translate Latin than read a story book or play baseball; wouldn't you, Phil?"
"Not much! and you know it. But if a fellow has got to grind, why"
"He can grind—and play baseball, too," added Mr. Porter. " My parting advice is: when you study, study for all you are worth, and when you play, play for all you are worth."
"Here comes the train!" cried Laura, and turning, she kissed her brother. "Good-bye, Roger; good-bye, Phil!"
"Good-by!" came from the others, and a general handshaking followed. Then the three chums ran for the train, got aboard, and were off for school once more.
