Chapter 12 No.12

The Youngsters' Great Day

"Say, fellows," said Bert, as he lay stretched out lazily beneath the limbs of a spreading beech, "isn't this the finest day ever?"

"You bet it is," said Tom, "the mould was broken when this day was made."

It was, indeed, one of the perfect days that come sometimes to break the heat of sweltering midsummer. A bris