I get on well enough, but I miss you fellows dreadfully;" and Ed put a hand on the broad shoulder of each friend, as if he longed to be a school-boy again.
"Better give it up and go to college with me next year," said Frank, who was preparing for Boston University, while Gus fitted for Harvard.
"No; I've chosen business, and I mean to stick to it, so don't you unsettle my mind.

Have you practised that March ?" asked Ed, turning to a gayer subject, for he had his little troubles, but always looked on the bright side of things.
"Skating is so good, I don't get much time.

Come early, and we'll have a turn at it." "I will.

Must run home now." "Pretty cold loafing here." "Mail is in by this time." And with these artless excuses the three boys leaped off the posts, as if one spring moved them, as a group of girls came chattering down the path.

The blue cloud floated away beside Frank, the scarlet feather marched off with the Admiral, while the fur cap nodded to the gray hat as two happy faces smiled at each other.
The same thing often happened, for twice a-day the streets were full of young couples walking to and from school together, smiled at by the elders, and laughed at by the less susceptible boys and girls, who went alone or trooped along in noisy groups.