OUT FOR HALLOWE'EN FUN
"There'll be loads of fun to-night," proclaimed Dan Dalzell, his eyes sparkling with mischief, as he danced up and down in the schoolyard at forenoon recess.
"Why?" asked Dick innocently.
"Don't you know what day this is?" Dan insisted.
"Yes; and I also know that to-night will be Hallowe'en."
"Then don't you know that there are going to be several barrels of fun uncorked in this old burg to-night?"
"I didn't know that barrels were ever 'uncorked,'" replied Dick judicially.
"Oh, pshaw! This isn't the first class in language!" retorted Dan disdainfully. "You're going to be out to see the fun, aren't you?"
"I suppose likely I shall be out on the street a little while after supper," Prescott admitted.
"Hear the young saint!" taunted Dan derisively, appealing to a group of boys. "No one would ever suppose that Dick Prescott had ever gotten up any mischief—hey?"