I want to see something of life
-- as father did."
"So do I. Perhaps we'll see something when we get to boarding
school."
"Where are we to go?"
"I don't know. Some strict institution, you can be sure of that.
Uncle Randolph told aunty it was time the three of us were hand.
He said Dick wasn't so bad, but you and I --"
"Were the bother of his life, eh?"
"Something about like that. He doesn't see any fun in tricks. He
expects us to just walk around the farm, or study, and, above all
things, keep quiet, so that his scientific investigations are not
disturbed. Why doesn't he let us go out riding, or boating on the
river, or down to the village to play baseball with the rest of
the fellows? A real live American boy can't be still the time,
and he ought to know it," and, with a decided shake of his curly
head, Tom Rover took a baseball from his pocket and began to throw
it up against the side of the farmhouse, catching it each time as
it came down.
Tom had thrown the ball up just four times when a pair of blinds
to an upper window flew open with a crash, and the head of a
stern-looking elderly gentleman appeared. The gentleman had gray
hair, very much tumbled, and wore big spectacles.
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