were the whole school -- or something like that."

At this there was a laugh. "I guess he must have been one of the
Rovers, then," rejoined Tom; "he was just as good as any of us."
And then there was another laugh, and the newcomers felt
perfectly at home.

There was a concert company in town, and, receiving permission
from his father to do so, Frank took his friends to see the
performance. The singing was very good; and, despite the fact
that it was still warm weather, the concert hall was packed.

The program was a long one, and, with the numerous encores, did
not come to an end until nearly eleven o'clock.

"That was immense," remarked Tom, when they were coming out. "I
wish I could sing like that tenor."

"We ought to get up a quartet at the Hall," put in Frank. "I
understand they had a singing club year before last."

"We're going to have a banjo club," said Dick.

"Larry Colby wrote to me about it. He has a new banjo that cost
fifteen dollars, and he..." Dick broke off short as a
slouchy-looking man brushed against him. The eyes of the man and
the boy met, and then the man disappeared in the crowd as if by
magic.

"Well, I never!"