“Say, Dave, how would you like to be back at Oak Hall?” cried Ben, while the sleigh sped along. “Wouldn’t we have the dandy time snowballing each other, and snowballing old Horsehair?”
“So we would, Ben,” answered Dave, his eyes gleaming. “We sure did have some good times at that school.”
“How are you and Roger getting along with your civil engineering course?”
“All right, I think. Mr. Ramsdell says he is greatly pleased with our work.”
“That’s fine. I almost wish I had taken up civil engineering myself. But dad wants me to go into real estate with him. He thinks there is a big chance in that line these days, when Crumville is just beginning to wake up.”
“Hasn’t your dad got a big rival in Aaron Poole?”
“Oh, no! Poole isn’t in it any more when it comes to big deals. You see, he was so close and miserly in all his business affairs that a great many people became afraid of him.”
“What has become of Nat Poole?” questioned Laura. “Did he go back to Oak Hall?”
“For a short while only. When his folks found out that he had failed to graduate they were awfully angry. Mr. Poole claimed that it was the fault of the school and so he took Nat away and told him he would have to go to work. I think Nat is working in some store, although where, I don’t know.”