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"Boys, you really must go!"

"Oh, can't we stay just a bit longer?"

"No, not another minute. Miss Phliock has sent up twice to say that you've stayed long enough."

"I think her clock is wrong."

"We haven't been here ten minutes."

"Oh, Sid Henderson! Why, it's over half an hour!" exclaimed Mabel Harrison.

"And he's the fellow who didn't use to like the girls!" said Tom, with conviction. "Oh, Rome, how art thou fallen!"

"Cut it out!" growled Sid, under his breath. The four chums had called on their friends and Phil's sister at Fairview Institute, and the result can easily be imagined by the foregoing conversation. There had been jolly talk, a telling of the new chance that had unexpectedly come to Randall, and then the appeal of the girls that the boys must go—not because the girls wanted them