"
"Isn't Dickins the queer old chap?" demanded Harry Hazelton, falling
back by Reade's side.
"It's a pity you couldn't be queer, just for once, and hold your
tongue until we are outside the good old schoolyard," grunted Tom.
"They're a pair of cranks," muttered Harry to Dave Darrin.
"Imitate 'em for once," Darry advised dryly. "Remember, it's
the cranks who make the world go around."
For the most part, both boys and girls got their hats very quietly.
Then they passed out into the open, walked across the yard and
gathered in little groups outside, each holding his beribboned
diploma in his right hand.
"It's all over," sighed Tom Reade outside the gate. "Somehow,
I wish that I had another year to go---or else that I'd been a
little more decent to Old Dut."
"It was a good old school," sighed Dick, looking back almost
regretfully. "And, by the way-----"
"Speech, Dick!" cried a dozen of the boys, crowding around him.
"Get out!" laughed Prescott. "I spoke my piece two hours ago."
Yet the boys continued to crowd about him.
"He's going to tell us now what the man on the clubhouse steps
said!" proclaimed Danny Grin hopefully.
Chapter XXII
HI HEARS SOMETHING ELEVATING
"Do you fellows really want to know what the man on the clubhouse
steps said?" Prescott asked, looking about him with a tantalizing
smile.
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