"Well, most of us got down and had caught our horses before the sand-storm struck us, but two of our crowd had to stumble through the terrific storm that blinded them. Had we not kept on calling and shouting to direct them, they would have wandered away and been buried.
"It was an awful experience, but now that it is over, I'm glad we had it. I will have something to brag about when I'm at college, this Fall."
Ken laughed. "I'd rather not brag than to go through such a hair-raising time again."
"Do both of you boys intend going to college?" asked Eleanor.
"Yes; we've gone through school together since we were little shavers. And that's quite a record for boys in New York, where folks are always moving from one district to another," replied Jim.
"I believe your brother Tom said you were going to Yale?" continued Eleanor.
"We will, if we pass the tests. I'm sure Ken will, but I'm not so sure of myself."
"Now—don't belittle yourself. You know you will pass," added Kenneth.
"I'm sorry you both will be away from home, because Polly and I expect to attend school in New York this Winter," remarked Eleanor.
"Me? School in New York?" cried Polly, astonished.