Gay;' five hundred pages, fully illustrated; and bound in full
leather, with title in gold, and "Tom, Tom, now please stop your
fooling!" pleaded Songbird, his face flushing. "Just because I write a
poem now and then doesn't say that I am going to publish a book."

"No, but I'm sure you will some day, and you'll make a fortune out of
it-- or fifteen dollars, anyway."

"The same old Tom!" cried a merry voice, and another student clapped
the fun-loving Rover on the shoulder. "I do believe you would rather
joke than eat!"

"Not on your life, Spud! and I'll prove it to you right now!" and
linking his arm through that of Will Jackson, otherwise "Spud," Tom
led the way to one of the tables, with Sam and several of the other
students following.

"What is on the docket for to-night?" asked Songbird, as he fell to
eating.

"Tom and I are going to take a little run in the auto to Hope,"
answered Sam.

"Oh, I see!" Songbird Powell shut one eye knowingly. "Going up there
to see the teachers, I suppose!"

"Sure, that is what they always do!" came from Spud, with a wink.

"Sour grapes, Spud!" laughed Sam. "You would go there yourself if you
had half a chance."