"I'm going to make sure of that," said Hallowell senior. "To-
morrow you will take those history books that you did not
open, especially Gilman's 'Rise and Fall,' which it seems you
have not even purchased, and you will travel for the entire
summer with a private tutor . . . ."

Peter, who had personally conducted the foot-ball and base-
ball teams over half of the Middle States and daily bullied
and browbeat them, protested with indignation. "WON'T travel
with a private tutor!"

"If I say so," returned Hallowell senior grimly, "you'll
travel with a governess and a trained nurse, and wear a
strait jacket. And you'll continue to wear it until you can
recite the history of Turkey backward. And in order that you
may know it backward--and forward you will spend this summer
in Turkey--in Constantinople--until I send you permission to
come home."

"Constantinople!" yelled Peter. "In August! Are you serious?"

" Do I look it?" asked Peter's father. He did.

"In Constantinople," explained Mr. Hallowell senior, "there
will be nothing to distract you from your studies, and in
spite of yourself every minute you will be imbibing history
and local color."

"I'll be imbibing fever,", returned Peter, "and sunstroke and
sudden death. If you want to get rid of me, why don't you