The President, with a merry twinkle in his eyes, shook his gray locks, and a long finger, at the six boys whom he purposely met on the snow-covered lawn in front of the college.
“Where are you going?”he asked again.
“We hardly know yet, Father,” said Jack Beecham. “We have only a few minutes ago obtained permission from Mr. Shalford for a day off.”
“A day off! and what do you expect to do with it?”
“Take a good tramp, buy our dinners at a farmhouse, and have a good time, Father.”
“H—hm! Have a good time, eh? Well, that's right. You can all be trusted. Hope you will enjoy yourselves. Wait. Where are your skates? If I were you I would take them with me. In your
journeying you may come across a frozen pond, and then you would regret being without them.”
“That's a good idea, Father. We will go back and get them,” said Jack.
“Do, and meet me here before you start.”
The boys turned back into the yard, and the President went to his office. A few minutes later he met the boys. He was carrying a good sized parcel.