We'll come in on purpose some day soon.

Well, I must be going.

Good-by, Clover; good-by, Phil.

It's awfully jolly to have you here." "I never should have guessed who it was," remarked Clover, as they watched the active figure canter down the street and turn for a last flourish of the hat.

"He was the roughest, scrubbiest boy when we last met.