"And to think he has thrown away your beautiful bouquet, Andy," lamented Fred.
"Never mind, Fred; we have to get used to keen disappointments in this life," groaned Andy.
"Won't he be coming back?" questioned Fatty.
"I don't think so—he won't have time," answered Jack; "here comes the conductor now."
"All aboard!" shouted the conductor at that moment, and the boys had to hurry in order not to be left behind. Then the train pulled out of the station and the journey was continued.
"We certainly ought to have some dandy times," said Jack to Spouter, as the train sped along. "I suppose your father has told you of all the good times our folks had when they went to Putnam Hall and Brill College."
"Yes, Jack. That is, he has told me about a good many things. Of course I don't suppose he told me about some of the tricks they played."
"Well, I've heard from father and from my Uncle Sam that my Uncle Tom was playing tricks almost continually."
"Then Andy and Randy come by their fun-making naturally."
"They sure do! And what do you suppose the folks at home expect me to do?" went on Jack, seriously. "They expect me to hold those twins in. Why! a fellow could no more do that than hold in a pair of wild horses. You've seen a little of what Andy can do. Well, his jokes aren't a patch to those Randy occasionally gets off."