“We’re glad of it,” said Bob. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going with you,” was the reply. “My father saw the teacher last evening, and I’m to start at school this morning.”
“Hurrah!” shouted Sammy, waving his cap in the air.
CHAPTER VII
THE SPELLING CONTEST
Tom Chubb was smiling all over his face at getting such a warm welcome from Bob and his friends.
“Say, fellows,” he spoke, “I don’t pretend to know much, but I stick to a chum.”
“Good for you!” cried Sammy.
“There’s a fellow you don’t want to let stick to you,” spoke Bob.