But, oh! What a disgrace!" It was well along in the forenoon when Bayliss, returning homeward in sweater and running togs, espied Bert's white, wan face near the front door.

Bayliss signaled cordially to young Dodge, who, glad of this kindliness at such a time, went down the walk to the gate.
"No news of your father yet, I suppose ?" asked Bayliss.
"No," sighed Bert.
"Too bad, old fellow!" "Yes; the uncertainty is pretty tough on us all," Dodge replied.
"Oh, you'll hear before the day is out, and the news will be all right, too," declared Bayliss, with well-meant cheeriness.

"Then you'll be with us on the morning cross-countries again.

We missed you a whole lot this morning, Bert." "Did you ?" asked young Dodge, brightening.
"Yes; and, by the way, we've decided on our course---for our set, you know.

We're going to ignore the football call next week.