"Any swimming contest that is a real match between the schools, instead of between individuals, will be good sport and arouse a lot of school interest.

There are a lot of fairly good swimmers in our school, too." "We'll talk it over with the fellows, and with Old Dut also," Dick went on.

"Of course we have no right to act for the school unless the other fellows are willing." When Dick left his chums at noon it was with an agreement to meet on Main Street again at half past one.
At fifteen minutes past one the telephone bell rang in the little bookstore.
"Have you a copy of Moore's Ballads ?" asked a masculine voice.
"Yes," replied Mr.Prescott; "in different styles of bindings and at different prices." The bookseller then went on to describe the bindings and named the prices.

The customer at the other end of the wire seemed to prefer an expensive volume, which came at four dollars.
"Can you deliver the book immediately, with a bill, to Mrs.Carhart, at the Gideon Wells place ?" continued the voice at the other end.
"Yes; I think so," replied Mr.Prescott.
"The book must be delivered within the hour," continued the voice, "as Mrs.Carhart is going on a journey and wishes the book to read while on the train." "I will deliver the book within fifteen minutes," Mr.Prescott promised.

"At the Gideon Wells place, did you say?
I didn't know that it had a tenant." "Mrs.Carhart has taken the place for the summer.