"
"Gracious!" came from Tom. "We've been chumming with an heiress.
Are the Lanings rich, too?"
"Very well to do. That is their place, that side road. Here is
where we turn off to get to the Hall. Captain Putnam had this
road made when the Hall was first built."
The road was one of cracked stone, as smooth as a huge iron roller
could make it. They bowled along at a rapid rate, under the wide
spreading branches of two rows of stately maples. They were close
to the lake, and occasional glimpses of water could be caught
through the tree branches.
"It is certainly a splendid locality for a boarding academy," was
Dick's comment. "My, what pure air -- enough to make a sick boy
strong! Do you have much sickness at the Hall?"
"Very little, sir. The captain does not let a cast of sickness
stand, but calls in Dr. Fremley at once."
"That is where he is level-headed," said Fred. "My father said I
was to call for a doctor the minute I felt at all sick."
They were now approaching Putnam Hall, but there was still another
turn to make. As they swept around this, they came upon a tramp,
half asleep under a tree. The tramp roused up at the sounds of
carriage wheels and looked first at the driver of the carryall and
then at the four boys.
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