Before Old Dut felt that he was in shape to present himself, all of the eight grades had received seven minutes' additional recess.
At last studies were resumed. Old Dut, however, noted that whenever one of the boys or girls looked up and caught sight of his expansive, crimsoned shirt-front, a smile always followed.
CHAPTER II
A BRUSH ON THE STREET
By the time that the noon dismissal bell rang the rain had ceased, and the sun was struggling out.
Out in the coatroom Dick snatched his hat from the nail as though he were in haste to get away.
"I'll race you home, as far as we go together," proposed Dave Darrin.
"Go you!" hovered on the tip of Prescott's tongue, but just then another thought popped into Dick's mind. It was a manly idea, and he had learned to act promptly on such impulses.