Now, in a little more than another hour, we shall be treading the pavements of good old Gridley.

Let us do it with a sense of triumph." "Triumph ?" quizzed Tom soberly.

"What about ?" "The sense of triumph," Dick retorted, "will arise from the fact that this is to be the last and biggest year in which we are to give ourselves the final preparation for becoming either great or useful men.

I'm not going to say any more on this subject.
Perhaps you fellows think I've been talking nonsense on purpose.
I haven't.

Neither have I tried to preach to you, for preaching is out of my line.