“It must be bred in the bone,” was the way Fred expressed himself.
The gong was now sounding, and all of the cadets hurried to their various classrooms, and were soon deep in their studies or recitations. Although they liked fun, Andy and Randy especially, the Rovers knew that they must make good records at the Academy, or otherwise there would be trouble when they faced their fathers and mothers.
“Well, anyway, the agony will be over by half-past two this afternoon,” remarked Andy to his brother, “and by four-thirty we’ll be on our way home.”
“Do you suppose the girls will be on hand?” questioned Randy.
“Yes. Jack said Martha telephoned in early this morning. And she said she might have a surprise.”
“A surprise?” came from Fred. “How is that?”
“Martha wouldn’t say, because, she said, the whole thing might fall through.”
“It’s a wonder Jack didn’t make her tell! What do you suppose those girls have up their sleeve?”
“Search me! You can’t make Martha open her mouth when she wants to keep silent. She’s not one of the kind of girls to tell everything she knows.”
“Did she say Mary was in on the secret?” questioned Fred. Mary was his sister, and the two girls attended Clearwater Hall, a school for girls in that vicinity.