“Well, I like the school as it is,” said Chub. “I think there is just enough of a crowd here now. If it was much bigger we wouldn’t hang together the way we do and we wouldn’t have half so good a time.”
“Yes, but I’d like the Doctor to make something,” said Roy. “I’d like Harry to have new dresses in the summer and not have to visit her Aunt Harriet,” he continued with a laugh. “Besides, if the school was making plenty of money we could have a new boat-house, and an addition to the grand stand and things like that, probably.”
“And a new running track,” added Dick. “I’m in favor of enlarging the school!”
“Objection withdrawn,” said Chub. “Go ahead and do it.”
“Then, too,” said Roy, who had apparently been considering the matter quite seriously, “we’d have a larger number of fellows to pick our teams from. If we’ve been able to win from Hammond in most everything in the long run with only half as many fellows as she has, what could we do to her if we had three fourths as many?”
“Third class in algebra!” murmured Chub. “Mr. Somes may answer.”
“Not prepared,” said Dick promptly.
“But it’s so,” cried Harry. “Why, we could—we could simply lambaste them!”
“Good for you, Harry!” laughed Chub.
“Yes, it is so,” pursued Roy earnestly.