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From: Norma <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2017 15:53:03 -0500

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had a dozen rods been covered than they heard the sound of wagon wheels, and a grocery turnout and came into sight driven by a  Joel Darrel knew well. This comes in just right, observed Darrel to Dick. Hi there, Harry Oswald. Give us a lift to Oak Run, will you?Certainly, Mr. Darrel, answered the grocery , and brought his store wagon to a stop. The farmer leaped to the seat, and Dick followed. On the way Harry Oswald was made acquainted with the situation, and he drove along with all possible speed. They were

evening. I declare, I forgot all about it, Tom, until this minute.I don't blame you, Dick, was the reply, with a sickly smile. You read it for me. The light hurts my head, and Tom closed his eyes to listen. Larry Colby was a New York lad who in years gone by had been one of Tom's chums. The letter was just such a one as any  might write to another, and need have no place here. Yet one paragraph interested everybody in the sitting room: Next week I am to pack my trunk and go to Putnam Hall Military Academy [

of his pupils.Is it a regular military institution like West Point? asked Tom. Hardly, Thomas, although the students, so I am informed, dress like cadets and spend an hour or so each day in drilling, and in the summer all the school march up the lake and go into an encampment.That just suits me broke in Sam enthusiastically. Hurrah for Putnam HallHurrah echoed Tom faintly, and Dick nodded to show he felt as they did. At the cheer, Sarah the cook stuck her head into the door. Sure an' I thought Tom was out of his head, bedad, she observed. Sarah, I'm going away soon&mdash;to a military academy. I 't bother you any more, said Tom. 't yez now? That will be foine. Then the cook stopped short, thinking she had hurt the 's feelings. Oh, Master Tom, don't moind me. You're

not such an&mdash;an awful bother as we think, and then at a wave of Mrs. Rover's hand she disappeared. After this the evening passed quickly enough, for the s wanted to know all there was to be learned about their future boarding school. Mr. Rover had a circular of the institution, and they pored over this. Captain Victor Putnam is the head master, said Dick, as he read. He has two assistants, Josiah Crabtree and George Strong, besides two teachers who come in to give instructions in French and German if desired, also in music.