dent. And Philip Ward, who also had come on for the field-day, was sitting there too, next to his old roommate.
"It's much worse than a three-ring circus," Harry said to his mother. "I want to look at you and Clark, and I want to look at the President, and I want to be with Rupert Ormsby up there in the carriage, and I want to see the sports. They're mighty close, but the Pythians are sure to win now. They're better in these last two events than we are. I shan't mind so much, because it will please Rupert. Clark,"—he nudged his brother,—"I want you to come with me and meet Rupert Ormsby. We'll be back in a little while, mother."
As they walked up in front of the stand, it made Harry proud to be aware that in spite of the other attractions some of the boys were noticing his big, handsome brother, and saying, "See that fellow with Harry? That must be Clark Harding." Indeed, he was as proud of Clark as if he himself had been the older brother, and had brought him up.
"Pretty near time for you to do your presi-
