“Seems to me this has been an unusually exciting term,” observed Paul. “With Winslow and the football and Gyp’s getting lost and—”
“The Boniface rebellion,” added Jack, in a lower tone.
“That’s mostly over now,” said Max. “There are a few little sneaks left that walk over him, but most of the fellows either like him or let him alone.”
“How he’s changed!” said Paul. “He doesn’t seem like the same man that came here in September. He was a terror, then.”
“Perhaps the change is in us,” remarked Max, in a sanctimonious falsetto. “Maybe we’re getting good at last.”
“No danger for you, Max,” said Leon reassuringly.
“We didn’t treat him decently, though,” returned Max, whose loyalty to Mr. Boniface had dated from the day of their long talk together. “He was queer and green and cross, and we made him more so.”
“I like old Bony pretty well, now,” said Jack, as he stretched out his arms along the shoulders of the boys beside him. “He’ll always be too solemn; but he’s improved immensely, and he’s a first-rate teacher, anyway.”
“Even if we have been three months in finding it out,” said Alex, as he rose and then stooped to help Leon to his feet.
Two days before vacation, Leon was sitting in his room, devoting one last hour to an approaching examination, when Harry came in, with an envelope in his hand.