his remark there was a general snicker.

Spouter Powell explained that he had been visiting Will Hendry, who
lived in the town where the two had boarded the train. He had been at
Colby Hall ever since its opening, and he had much to tell about the
school and those who attended it.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like it," declared Spouter, growing eloquent.
"It's so delightfully situated on a hill overlooking the river, and is
surrounded by stately trees and a well-kept campus. The scene from the
front is exceedingly picturesque, while to the back the woods stretch
out for many miles. Soon, when the frost touches the leaves, the hues
and colors will be magnificent. The sparkle of the sunlight glinting
across the water----"

"Wow! Spouter is off again!" puffed Fatty Hendry. "I told you to be
careful," he pleaded.

"I was only acquainting them with the beauties of Colby Hall,"
remonstrated Spouter. "When one comes to contemplate nature, it's
necessary to understand what real harmony----"

"Exactly, exactly! Just so!" burst out Andy. "We understand what you
mean, Spouter. But please remember the scenery is there--it won't
move--and we'll have lots of time to look at it."

"Tell us about the boys who go there--and the teachers," broke in
Randy.

"Yes. The teachers especially," added Fred.

"Is there any hard-hearted fellow--like that Josiah Crabtree our folks
tell about?"

"We've got one fellow there--Professor Asa Lemm--that nobody likes,"
answered Spouter. "He's a language teacher. They say he was once quite
well off, and he constantly laments the loss of his wealth."

"And being poor now, he tries to take it out on every pupil who comes
under him," finished Fatty Hendry. "Oh, Asa is a lemon, believe me!"

"Well, you know what lemons grow for," commented Andy, mischievously.
"They are raised to be squeezed."

"And maybe we'll have to squeeze Mr. Asa Lemm--the lemon," added his
twin.

"Then all the other profs are perfectly good fellows?" questioned Jack.

"Oh, yes! Captain Dale, our military instructor, is one of the nicest
men I ever met, and so are Professors Grawson and Brice. The others
don't seem to cut much ice one way or the other."

"Tell us something about the cadets."

"Any bullies there?" queried Fred.

"Yes; we've got one bully all right enough," answered Spouter.
"Slogwell Brown is his name, but everybody calls him Slugger. He's from
the country, but he thinks he knows it all and is very overbeari