“How is that?”
“They said I wasn’t far enough along to keep up with the class.”
“I see.”
“You know I don’t know much,” said the fat boy, frankly. “The fellows all made fun of me. Then they got mad. I couldn’t hit back when they fought me, I was so fat. Well, all I could do was to get them in a corner and fall on them.”
“Ha! ha!” laughed Sammy.
“That’s pretty good,” chuckled Bob.
“Father is thinking of coming to Fairview to live for the summer,” went on the fat boy. “I think we’ll take that vacant house Buxton was just looking at.”
“Why, then, you may come to our school?” said Sammy.
“I reckon I will,” replied the fat boy. “I hope so, for I like you fellows. Say,” and he grinned from ear to ear, “remember how you met me in the mountains that night?”
“Of course we do,” smiled Frank.