"Say three o'clock." "I'd be delighted." "Then come around and see us, Prescott.

Maybe you'll be interested in something that you see and hear." "I wonder-----" began Dick, wistfully.
"Well, what ?" asked Thomp.
"Could you possibly include my chums in that invitation?
They're all mightily interested." "Yes," nodded Thompson, "they're interested, and they all helped you to spring that trick on the Board of Education.

It's more than half likely that we owe the continuance of football this season to Dick & Co." "Bring your friends along, then," agreed Captain Sam Edgeworth, though he solemnly hoped, under his breath, that he wasn't establishing a fearful precedent by showing such wholesale cordiality to the usually despised freshmen.
"We'll use all six of you as our mascots," laughed Thomp.
"And er---er---" began Dick, a bit diffidently, "we have something that we've been talking over, and we want to suggest to you---if you won't think us all too eternally fresh." "Anyway, the idea'll have to keep," muttered Edgeworth, as the gong clanged out.

"There goes the end of recess." The long lines were quickly filing in at two entrances?
and the work of the school day was on again.
It was barely a quarter of three when Dick & Co.

walking two-and-two, came in sight of the otherwise unoccupied store that formed the football headquarters.
"We're too early," muttered Prescott, consulting his watch.