"You
rascal Ozro, you do not pretend that those trousers were
made for you? Why, my boy, you disgrace the family." "I
hope not, papa; I had ninety-eight in the botany
examination, passed with honors in Greek, and we beat the
Buckeye Club to nothing in the return match yesterday."
"You did, you little beggar?" the proud papa replied.
"You ran all the better, I suppose, because you had
nothing to trip you." And so on, and so on. The
children did not live in paradise, perhaps, but this
seems very like the kingdom come!
And after commencements and the president's party, up
to the Yellow Springs platform came two unusual palaces,
specially engaged. And one was named the "Valparaiso,"
and the other, as it happened, the "Bethlehem." And they
took all the children, and by good luck Mrs. Tucker was
going also, and three or four of the college girls, and
they took them. So there were forty-two in all. And
they sped and sped, without change of cars, save as
Bethlehem visited Paradise and Paradise visited
Bethlehem, till they came to New Salem, which is the
station men buy tickets for when they would go to the
beach below Quonochontaug, where the eight and the
twenty-nine were to make their summer home before the
final emigration.
They do not live at Quonochontaug, but to that post-
office are their letters sent.
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