"Swan! I didn't know that," he said at last slowly.
"Well, you know it now."
"What shall I do?"
"'Do'? Do nothing. Just attend to your own business and let everything
else go."
"I thought I was attending to my own business," said Peter John
woefully.
"Oh, well, never mind, Peter John," broke in Will with a laugh. "It's
all over now and no bones broken."
"I wish it _was_ all over," said Foster in a low voice to Will.
"I wish it was too. He'll be the center of interest by to-morrow. And
really, Foster, it did beat anything I ever saw."
Foster Bennett smiled but made no reply, and together the three boys
began to retrace their way to the station. Peter John evidently was
somewhat crestfallen and seldom spoke. At the station no students were
seen, and the trio at once started up the street toward the college.
"I suppose my things are in my room," Peter John ventured to suggest.
"Yes, they're there all right. I went over this morning to see about
them."
"Thank you. I'll be pretty busy for the rest of the days I take it."
"That won't do you any harm. You can come over and sleep on the couch in
our room to-night if you would like to," suggested Foster.
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