The remaining hours of that Friday were largely spent by all six of them in looking out of the windows.
When they were not doing that, it was mostly because Joe or Fuz was telling some yarn or other about Grantley and its academy.
They agreed perfectly in their somewhat extravagant praise of Mrs.Myers and her daughter Almira.

"She's such a good, kind-hearted, liberal, motherly woman," said Joe.
"And Almira's a sweet young lady," added Fuz, "only she's a little timid about boys." "Needn't be afraid of us, I guess," said Ford Foster, with a benevolent and protecting expression on his face; while Dab drew a mental picture of the fair Almira as a sort of up-country copy of Annie Foster.

After the darkness came, and the "sleeper" was turned into a great travelling-box full of little shaky bedrooms, there was no more talking to be done, and all the boys were tired enough to go to sleep.
One consequence of their beginning their slumbers so early, however, was, that they felt bright and fresh when the porter aroused them before daylight next morning; and they hurriedly dressed themselves for their ride on what Ford Foster called "the switch." It was quite a respectable railway, however, and it carried them through scenery so different from any that Dabney or Dick was accustomed to, that they lost a good deal of what Joe and Fuz were saying about Dr.
Abiram Brandegee, the learned principal of Grantley Academy.

It was of less importance, perhaps, because they had heard it all before, and had gathered a curious collection of ideas concerning the man under whose direction they were to get their new stocks of learning.
"Dab," said Dick, "if it was any fellers but them said it, I'd want to go home." "Well, yes," said Dab quietly; "but then, that's just it.

You can't guess when they're telling the truth, and when they ain't." "Is dar really any fun in lyin', do you s'pose, Dab ?" "Can't say, Dick.