"Tom, wake up there!" I
"The nightmare!" echoed Mr. Strong. "Is it possible? Poor boy!
Wake up, Thomas!" and he caught Tom by the shoulder and shook him
and finally set him on his feet.
"The oar -- I will have the - Oh!" Tom opened his eyes and stared
around him blankly. "Why -- er -- what's up?"
"My boy, you've had the nightmare," answered the teacher kindly.
"Nightmare!"
"I told you not to eat that pie tonight," put in Sam. "He saved
his pie from dinner, and ate it just before we came up here," --
which was true.
"Er -- I thought I was on the lake racing Larry Colby," murmured
Tom and hid his face as if in embarrassment. "What did I do?" he
faltered.
"You almost raised the roof, that's what you did," answered Dick.
"You had better send home for some of those digestion tablets you
used to take," and then he hid his face in the blankets to keep
from laughing out loud.
"I will." Tom turned to George Strong. "Excuse me, Mr. Strong, I
am, sorry I have caused you so much trouble."
"How do you feel now?" questioned the assistant anxiously.
"Oh, I'm all right now."
"Well, then, go to bed; and I trust you steep more soundly for the
balance of the night," said the teacher; and he remained in the
room until Tom was tucked in, when he went off, taking the key of
the door with him.
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