“You are a reel heero, Bob Bouncer.
“Minnie,
“Benny.”
At recess the little fellows crowded about Bob as if he was a hero, indeed, and the girls said all kinds of nice things about him.
Bob still had in mind the trouble about the stolen spelling list. He felt a good deal better now, however, than he had done before.
Miss Williams was kinder to him. Jed Burr was uglier than ever.
Everybody looked forward to Saturday with a good deal of pleasure and excitement. About a dozen of the boys were going with the nutting party. They were to meet at a crossroads just south of the town.
Bob, Frank and Sammy were on hand bright and early, each provided with a good-sized feed bag and some lunch. Jed and his friends came upon the scene a little later.
Tom Chubb arrived panting and late. He went on to tell one of his wonderful stories about a dream he had about being in a cocoanut forest, and hated to wake up from it.
“I say, Tom,” remarked Frank, “you’ve brought no bag.”
“Me? Guess not,” replied Tom, smartly, sticking his hands in his pockets, and strutting around.