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210 and air and sky that showed and shared such happiness. No gayest holiday in all the year had filled the school with so much joy as this bright day in March.

After breakfast, as Harry and half a dozen others were on their way to the infirmary to get an official report, they met Doctor Vincent leaving the building. The doctor's face was pale and haggard, for he had not slept at all during two nights and a day, and he walked unsteadily; his tired eyes could not bear the light reflected from the snow. But when the boys came near and he recognized them, he laughed and flung up one hand and cried, "It's all right now, fellows; he's pulled through. But I tell you, it was the closest call!"

He passed on up the road.

"He's feeling about as good as any one, for all he looks so done up," said Joe Herrick.

"It must be fine," sighed Harry, "to be a doctor and know you've pulled a fellow through."

"Finest thing in the world," declared Frank