good spells he was removed to a house located about half a mile from Putnam Hall, where he could get the benefit of absolute quietness. His father went back to business, but his mother remained behind to nurse her boy.
The Thanksgiving holidays were now at hand, but the Rover boys decided to remain at the Hall and not go home until Christmas. Besides, they were preparing for the party at the Stanhope cottage, which was to come off on the following Wednesday evening. They had seen Dora, Nellie and Grace several times, and all had prepared for "the best time ever," as the girls put it. Captain Putnam gave the boys permission to take the carryall and allowed them to leave the school on the day of the party at six o'clock.
"Whoop! here we go!" cried Tom, as he took the whip and cracked it loudly. "Hold on, everybody! Peleg, don't let the team lag," he went on, to the driver.
"An' don't you go for to make 'em run away, Master Tom," answered the driver, grimly.
"It's a pretty long drive and we don't want to be late," said Dick. "So push ahead as fast as you can."
"Say, Tubby, where's your stovepipe hat?" asked Sam of the dude cadet, who formed one of the party.
"I—ah—thought it would not be—ah—quite
