“Oh, yes, a good deal,” laughed Sibyl. “He has gone there as assistant principal, and I hope he will make you mind him as well as I have to, when he’s at home.”
“Is he such a severe fellow?” asked Val. “I shall look out for him.”
“You’d better,” said Sibyl, but her mother added:
“I feel pretty sure he will do his duty, but he’s not a man anybody need be afraid of.”
With so much of a foundation to go on, the boys made fine headway with their remaining conversation, nor were they at all disappointed when the train at last reached their own destination, to find that Mrs. Brayton and Sibyl were also “at home.”
To be sure, Bar and Val had still a stage ride of some miles to the little village on the coast where they were to do their fishing, but they promised to run over and call on their new friends before returning to the city.
“On the whole, Bar,” said Val, “and thanks to you, this has been about the tallest bit of railway riding I ever did in my life.”