"See, Frank!" he exclaimed, catching his brother by the arm. "There's some sort of an academy or college, right on that point of land about a mile up. That's a dandy location. And say, it's a big school, too. There'd be lots of chance to have fun on the water there. I'll bet they have rowing races. Crackey! we'll have some sport!" and Andy began capering about on the deck.
Frank looked interested and gazed at the big, and evidently new college, or school, which they were rapidly approaching.
"If that's Riverview Hall," he said, "it's all right, and a better place than I expected. That doesn't look like a nice, quiet school though, such as mother thought she was picking out. But I'm going to ask some one."
"Oh, that's Riverview all right," Andy insisted. But Frank had turned aside, and was speaking to a gentleman who had approached the lads.
"Can you tell me, sir," asked the older lad, "if that is Riverview Hall? We expect to attend school there."
The gentleman looked to where Frank pointed.
"That," he replied with a smile, "is Waterside Hall. It is one of the best schools in this part of the country. It is not so very old, but there are more students than it can accommodate. It's a fine place. I have a boy going there," and he seemed very proud of the fact.
For a moment Andy and Frank were a little bit too disappointed to speak. Then Andy asked:
"Isn't Riverview Hall somewhere about here?"
"Oh, yes, about five miles farther up the river."