The senior class advanced to the platform and stood in a semi-circle about it. Ned’s chums noticed that he had quietly entered the assembly hall by a rear door and taken his seat.
“You’re a lucky dog,” whispered Bart.
“Why?” asked Ned, in seeming surprise.
“Oh, just as if you didn’t know! I always believed you were very fond of milk.”
“Milk?”
“Yes, and cows.”
“Cows? Was there a cow here?” and Ned acted as though that was the first he had heard of it. “I was in the laboratory getting some chemicals for home experiments during vacation,” he added with a perfect look of innocence on his face.
“Yes, you were,” and Bart smiled. “But never mind,—it was a peach of a joke. We’ll soon be out now.”
“Let’s serenade the seniors,” suggested Ned.