CHAPTER III.
A MIDNIGHT VISITOR The next day, shortly after noon, it began to rain, and the storm increased in violence until the wind blew almost a gale.
The rain kept the boys indoors, at which Tom was inclined to grumble.
"No use of grumbling, Tom," said Dick cheerfully.

"Let us improve the time by looking over our school books.

That will make it easier to slip into the grind again when we get back to the Hall." "That is excellent advice, Richard," said Randolph Rover.

"Whatever you do, do not neglect your studies." "By the way, Uncle Randolph, how is scientific farming progressing ?" said Tom, referring to something that had been his uncle's hobby for years--a hobby that had cost the gentleman considerable money.
"Well--ah--to tell the truth, Thomas, not as well as I had hoped for." "Hope you didn't drop a thousand or two this year, uncle ?" "Oh, no--not over fifty dollars." "Then you got off easy." "I shall do better next year.

The potatoes already show signs of improvement." "Good! I suppose you'll be growing 'em on top of the ground soon.