"Yes, don't let that new Eastman of yours go to waste, Reddy,"
said Nora.

"I will make Hippy pose the minute we strike the college campus,"
laughed Reddy, "and you shall have the first results, providing
they are not too terrifying."

"I want pictures of the college, not the inmates," retorted Nora.

"Inmates!" cried Hippy. "One would think she was speaking of a
lunatic asylum or a jail. I forgive you, Nora, but it was a cruel
thrust. Here comes the train. Get busy, you fellows, and make your
fond farewells to your families, who will no doubt be tickled pink
to get rid of you for a while."

With that he made a rush to where his father and brother stood.
David turned to his mother and sister Miriam, kissing them
affectionately, while Reddy grasped his father's hand with silent
affection in his eyes.

The last good-byes were reserved for the four chums, who felt
lumps rise in their throats in spite of their recently avowed
declaration to be cheerful.

Nora shoved a white box tied up with blue ribbon into Hippy's hand
just as he was about to board the train.

"It's walnut fudge," she said. "But it isn't all for you. Be
generous, and let David and Reddy have some, too."