"Hi! you let up!" cried Dick, his face reddening. "It wasn't that at all. We are getting pretty old for Putnam Hall, and you know it."
"It seems I'd never want to leave the dear old school," murmured Tom, "Why, it's like a second home to us. Think of all the jolly times we've had there—and the host of friends we've made."
"And the enemies," added Sam. "Don't forget them, or they may feel slighted."
"Dan Baxter was our worst enemy in that school, and he is going to reform, Sam."
"Perhaps. I won't feel sure of it until I really see it," answered the youngest Rover.
"By the way, I got a postal from Dan to-day," said Dick. "He is in Philadelphia, and working for a carpet manufacturer."
"Well, if he's gone to work, that's a good sign," said Tom.
On their arrival at the farm the boys had been met by their father, but now Anderson Rover had gone away on a business trip which was to last for several days. As usual, he left the lads in charge of his brother and the boys' aunt.
"Now just take it easy for awhile," was Mr. Rover's advice, on leaving. "Rest up all you can, and then, when you go back to the school, you'll feel as bright as a dollar."
