"I didn't mean to hit you, Uncle Randolph. Why didn't you catch
it on the fly?"
"On the fly?" repeated the uncle. "Do you suppose I am accustomed
to catching cannon balls?"
"Didn't you ever play baseball?"
"Never. I spent my time in some useful study." The elderly
gentleman continued to keep his handkerchief to his nose, and
adjusted his glasses.
"Thank fortune, you are all going to go to boarding school next
week, and we will once more have a little peace and quietness
around Valley Brook!"
"Where are we to go, Uncle Randolph?" asked Sam.
"You I will learn that Monday morning, when you start off."
"It wouldn't hurt to tell us now," grumbled Tom.
"You must learn to be patient, Thomas. My one hope is that life
at boarding school makes a real man of you."
"Of course we are all to go together?"
"Yes, you are to go together, although I can get along with
Richard very well, he is so much more quiet and studious than you
or Samuel."
"I reckon he takes after you, Uncle Randolph."
"If so, he might do worse. By the way, what were both of you
doing here?"
"Nothing," came from Sam.
"We haven't anything to do. This farm is the slowest place on
earth," added Tom.
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