They had spent two years at the Milton school, and had been friends for
years before that, all of them living in the town of Dunmore, in one of
our Middle States. There was much rejoicing among them when they found
that all five who had played baseball and football together in Dunmore,
were to go to the same preparatory school. It meant that the pleasant
relations were not to be severed. But now the shadow of parting had cast
itself upon them, and had tempered their buoyant spirits.
"Yes, boys, it will soon be good-bye to old Milton!" exclaimed Chet,
with a sigh.
"I wonder if we'll get anybody like Dr. Morrison at any of the colleges
we go to?" spoke Ben.
"You can't beat him--no matter where you go!" declared Andy. "He's the
best ever!"
"That's right! He knows just how to take a fellow," commented Tom.
"Remember the time I smuggled the puppy into the physiology class?"
"I should say we did!" laughed Andy.
"And how he yelped when I pinched his tail that stuck out from under
your coat," added Ben. "Say, it was great!"
"I'll never forget how old Pop Swann looked up over the tops of his
glasses," put in Frank.
"Dr. Morrison was mighty decent about it when he had me up on the
carpet, too," added Tom.
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