creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, my, just to hear Dick!" cried Tom, with a grin. "As if he would
go anywhere but to Hope Seminary, to call on Dora!"

"And as if you would go anywhere but to call on Nellie, at the same
place!" retorted the oldest Rover boy.

"Now, children, children'" came sweetly from Sam. "You mustn't quarrel
about the dear girls. I know both of you are as much gone as can be.
But----"

"And how about Grace, Sam?" said Tom. "Didn't I hear you making up
some poetry about her yesterday, 'Those limpid eyes and pearly ears,
and'----"

"Rats, Tom! I don't make up poetry-- I leave that to Songbird,"
interrupted the youngest Rover boy. "Just the same, it will be nice to
call on the girls. They'll be looking for us some day this week."

"That's right-- and maybe we can give them a little ride," put in Dick
Rover.

"Do you remember the ride we gave Dora and Nellie, when we rescued
them from Sobber, Crabtree, and the others?" asked Tom.

"Not likely to forget that in a hurry," answered his big brother. "By
the way, I wonder when the authorities will try those rascals?"

"Not right away, I'm thinking, Dick," answered Tom. "The law is rather