“So say we all of us!” chanted Arden.
The puffing train came at last and stood at the station, panting for breath, it seemed, as if to get up courage to take away so many happy, laughing, chattering, and joy-bubbling students. As it pulled out of the station along a row of bare trees, the three freshmen of 513 had a glimpse of the stone deer of the campus looking at them with startled eyes.
THE END
Transcriber’s Note
- Silently corrected a few typographical errors (but left nonstandard spelling and dialect as is).
- Rearranged front matter to a more-logical order.