A RAINY DAY.—Drawn by F. S. Church.
[HOW THE DAY WENT.]
BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.
"It was your work, Put, all of us fellows getting down here this morning. Now what'll we do?"
"Well, now, Dan, it's the last day of vacation, and school begins to-morrow, and we've just got to do something!"
"I don't care a cent for ball," remarked Charley Farrington at that moment, as he listlessly pitched a flat stone into the shallow river. "You don't catch me on the green to-day, anyhow. It's too near the 'cademy."
"Might go a-fishing," said Abe Larrabee, with a look of sadness on his sunburned face. "Jim Chandler, does your scow leak as bad as it did?"
"Worse and worse, and there isn't a fish left. I tried 'em yesterday all the way down to the mill."
"Nothing to shoot," said Dan Martin, "and no powder nor shot either. Boys, this 'ere vacation of ours is windin' up."