"Well, he ought to go to school."
"Why don't he go?"
"He does, except in summer. He might go to the academy, if they'd take him, and if he had money enough to go with."
"Academy? What academy?"
"Why, Grantley, of course. I'm going, and so are you and Frank. Why shouldn't Dick go?"
"You're going? Hurrah for that! Why didn't you say so before?"
"Wasn't sure till this morning. You fellows 'll be a long way ahead of me, though. But I mean to catch up."
For a few minutes poor Dick was lost sight of in a perfect storm of talk; but Dab came back to him, with,—
"Dick's folks are dreadful poor, but we might raise it. Twenty dollars to begin with."
"I've ten dollars saved up, and I know mother'll say 'Pass it right in,'" exclaimed Ford.