"You made a pretty good showing yourself," answered Sam, his face beaming.
"Your folks will be mighty glad to hear of this," went on the would-be poet of Brill. "Why don't you telegraph to them?"
"Just what I'm going to do," answered the Rover boy. "And I'm going to telephone to Hope, too," he added.
"That's the talk. I wish I could telephone over to the Sandersons."
"Never mind, Songbird, I'll drive you over there when I drive to the seminary," replied Sam.
The days to follow were delightful ones for Sam. True to his promise, he took Songbird over to the Sanderson homestead and then visited Grace. The girl had passed third from the top of her class and was correspondingly delighted.
"We had such dreadfully hard questions I thought I should never get through," she confessed to the youth when they were alone. "And you came out on top, Sam. Oh, it's wonderful—simply wonderful!" and she caught both his hands.
"Well, I'm glad—glad for myself and glad for you, Grace," he answered, and looked her full in the eyes. She looked at him in return and blushed prettily.
"Oh, Mr. Rover, allow me to congratulate you," came from somebody near by, and Ada Waltham came tripping up. "Grace told me all about your wonderful showing."
"Ada made a splendid showing herself," answered Grace, before Sam could speak.