"Better swap the boat for one," suggested Sam.

"No, I think rowing is safer. Some day, if you are not careful, you'll
get an awful tumble from that machine."

"We try to be as careful as possible," answered Dick. "Seriously,
though, Stanley, I don't care for flying as much as I thought I
would."

"Is that so? Now, I thought you were planning a honeymoon trip by
aeroplane. Think of the novelty of it!"

"No, a steamboat or a parlor car will be good enough for me, when I go
on a honeymoon trip," answered Dick, and for a very good reason he
blushed deeply.

"Hello, William Philander Tubbs!" cried Tom, as a tall, dudish-looking
student crossed the college campus. "What's the price of eggs this
morning?"

"What is that, Tom?" questioned the stylishly-dressed youth, as he
turned in the direction of the others.

"I asked what was the price of eggs?" said Tom, innocently.

"The-- er-- the price of eggs? How should I know?" stammered William
Philander Tubbs" in astonishment.

"Weren't you in the chicken business once?"