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 can, Bingham, and bring a friend with you." Mr. McKnight glanced at his watch. "You've just time to make assembly hall before the fun starts. Good night. Drop in often, Bingham. You don't have to wait for a Friday evening, you know."

Traversing the dimly lighted corridor of Middle Hall, past the gloomy caverns of the darkened class rooms, Clif was sensible of a new cheerfulness. The echoes aroused by the brisk tramp of his feet on the old, worn floor sounded almost friendly to him.