But just then Dr. Thornton caught sight of red-faced, happy-looking
Dick Prescott on the shoulders of Badger and Thompson. Then the
principal laughed in sheer good humor.
Wheeling, Badger and Thompson carried Dick straight up to the
platform, where they deposited their human burden at the edge.
"Welcome to our city!" yelled Badger, sonorously.
"Mr. Prescott," greeted Dr. Thornton, holding out his hand, "I
am heartily glad to see you back here."
"No more pleased, sir, than I am to be here," returned the young
freshman. "And I must thank you, doctor, for the promptness with
which you sent the note around to me informing me that the suspension
had automatically ended."
While the cheering was going on out in the yard, and while Dick
was being carried in triumph into the building, Fred Ripley and
Clara Deane had just turned in out of a side street and come within
view of the demonstration.
"They're shouting out something about Prescott," murmured Clara.
"Oh, I suppose the mucker has been allowed to sneak back into
school," returned Ripley, in disgust.
"It's a shame to allow that class of young fellows in a high school,"
declared Miss Deane. "If a higher education is necessary for
such people, they ought to be sent to a special school of their
own."
"If Gridley H.S. goes on being cheapened I shall go to some good
private prep. school somewhere," hinted Fred.
"That _would_ be a splendid idea," glowed Clara. "I wouldn't
mind going to some good seminary myself.
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