"I don't think so."
The three Rover boys and their friends were soon on the way. They felt in the best of spirits, and Powell could not resist the temptation to break out into his usual doggerel:
"I love to roam o'er hill and dale,
In calm or storm or windy gale,
I love the valley and the hill,
The brooklet and the running rill,
I love the broad and placid lake——"
"Where we can swim or take a skate,"
finished Tom, and then went on:
"And just remember, of the rest,
I love old Putnam Hall the best!"
"That last sentiment hits me," said Fred. "Tell you what, fellows, no place like our school."
"I dink I make me some boetry alretty," said Hans, solemnly, and began:
"I lof to hear der insects hum,
I lof to chew on chewing gum!
I lof to see der moon shine owit——"
"And love to eat my sauerkraut,"