“He got sick and went home. I’m glad of it; I hate him.”
“I tell you what you do,” said Dick after a moment. “You show me what your school is like. Maybe if I get any more soured on Hammond I’ll skate over with my trunk and try Ferry Hill.”
“Do you mean it?” cried Harry.
“Why not?”
“But—but you couldn’t!”
“Oh, yes I could. I can do as I like, I guess.”
“But they wouldn’t let you!”
“Who wouldn’t let me?”
“They—them—over at Hammond!”