If Ed had only come home last Saturday it might have done some good, but now it will be too late; for the reports are given out to-morrow, you know," answered Frank, feeling a little jealous of Ed's influence over Jack, though his own would have been as great if he had been as gentle.
"Has Jerry come back ?" asked Jill, who kept all her questions for Frank, because she seldom alluded to the tender subject when with Jack.
"No, he's off for the summer.

Got a place somewhere.

Hope he'll stay there and let Bob alone." "Where is Bob now?
I don't hear much about him lately," said Jill, who was constantly on the lookout for "the other fellow," since it was not Joe.
"Oh, he went to Captain Skinner's the first of March, chores round, and goes to school up there.

Captain is strict, and won't let Bob come to town, except Sundays; but he don't mind it much, for he likes horses, has nice grub, and the Hill fellows are good chaps for him to be with.
So he's all right, if he only behaves." "How far is it to Captain Skinner's ?" asked Jill suddenly, having listened, with her sharp eyes on Frank, as he tinkered away at his model, since he was forbidden all other indulgence in his beloved pastime.
"It's four miles to Hill District, but the Captain lives this side of the school-house.

About three from here, I should say." "How long would it take a boy to walk up there ?" went on the questioner, with a new idea in her head.
"Depends on how much of a walkist he is." "Suppose he was lame and it was sloshy, and he made a call and came back.