"Yes, he comes from the town where we spend our summers," replied Frank.
"Well, if it isn't Chet Sedley!" exclaimed Andy, coming up at that moment. "How are fresh clams selling, Chet?"
Andy referred to the time when some of the bivalves had fallen from a wagon on a new pair of tan shoes the dude had purchased.
"Oh, you mind your business!" retorted Chet. "I'll have you know you can't play any more jokes on me. I won't stand it, and if you do I'll report you to the head master."
"For cats' sake! Are you coming here?" demanded Andy.
"I certainly am," declared Chet. "An aunt of mine died and left me a lot of money. My folks wanted me to come to a swell school, and I picked out this one because I had heard your mother say it was a good one. It doesn't look very swell though," and Chet, who had only gotten off the river steamer a little while previous, looked about the unkempt grounds and at the rather forlorn buildings.
"Oh, it's swell all right," said Jack Sanderson with a laugh. "It swelled up so that it burst, and now it has to start over again."
Chet looked worried, but determined not to pay too much attention to what the lads said, as he realized that he was probably being made the butt of a joke.
"Introduce your friend," invited Ward Platt to Frank, and when the latter attempted this Chet said with scornfully turned up nose:
"I don't know that I care to meet everyone. I expect to move only in the best crowd and I think I'll pick my own friends after I've been here a while."