“Yes, I shall be coming back mighty often. Doesn’t seem really as if the school could run without us. I suppose I shall like college, but I can’t imagine that it will ever be quite the same as school.” “Well,” said Morris, as his mind turned back to good Kingsbridge days, “one grows fond of it. But school——” “It’s as Reggie says,” Tony interrupted, “the heart’s at home here. It will be bully to have Reggie and Kit and Jim and so many of the old form at Kingsbridge, but, magister, I shan’t have you.” Morris’s heart glowed at this. “Stupid they,” thought he, “who say a boy does not show feeling or gratitude!” Aloud he murmured, “No; you will not have me. But I will tell you what reconciles me to the situation, Tony,—you will be coming back during college days pretty often; and then—I have a strong prophetic feeling—you will be coming back for good.” Tony smiled. “I wouldn’t wonder, you know. I’ve often thought I’d like to. The heart’s at home here, magister. Good-night.” THE END. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: —Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Deering of Deal, by Latta Griswold