followed their guide, who turned in through a gate at some distance from the handsome summer hotel.

Their guide led them to a grove on a broad terrace, from which the high school lads had an excellent view of one of the porches of the hotel.
"Look at the smartly dressed people over there!" groaned Greg, as soon as the bell-boy had left them.

"Look at those girls, in their gowns of white lace! Look at the fellows over there, in flannels and white duck! Look at-----" "Shut up!" commanded Tom hoarsely.

"Don't rub it in." "Dick," suggested Darry, with some bitterness, "we'll feel like princes in our flannel shirts and khaki leggings, won't we ?" "I've an idea," offered Danny Grin.

"By way of dressing up we can leave off our khaki leggings and give our trousers an extra brushing all around.