"My, how spick and span my famous brother looks!" remarked Ella, as she helped herself to some omelet and a crisp slice of bacon. "You and Tom Allison and that good-looking Pete Maddern will have the spotlight turned upon you to-day, I reckon. The girls call you the 'Three Captains,' and there's a lot of interest as to which of you will make the Lenox football team first." "So Tom and Maddern's boy are entering to-day too," observed Mr. Grayson, eyeing his son thoughtfully. "They're fine fellows, both of them." "I'll say they are," Garry rejoined heartily. "Off the gridiron I like them first-rate. But on the field," he added, with a grin, "they're just a couple of fellows to lick." "Well, go in and lick them, son," said Mr. Grayson, with a smile. "They're a pair of sporting enemies, all right, and if you beat them, it will be in a fair fight." "I've got more than Pete and Tom to lick, Dad," said Garry. "It's not likely any of us freshmen will make the team. And it's going to be pretty hard to stand on the outside and watch the regulars work." "Hard on your sporting instincts, but perhaps good for your scholarship," returned Mr. Grayson. "There's just one thing I want to say to you, Garry, before you start out this morning. This goes for you too, Ella, since your mother tells me you are going to try to make the girls' hockey team." Garry shot an inquiring glance at his sister, but Ella's merry eyes were fixed demurely on her plate. "All during your work in grammar school," went on Mr. Grayson, "you have been governed by the rule that your studies must come before anything else. You've both done well and we're proud of you. Aren't we, Sadie?" Mrs. Grayson nodded, smiling. "We haven't anything to complain of," she agreed. "And I just want you to remember," Mr. Grayson concluded his brief lecture, "that the same rule holds good in high school. Studies first and sports in what time you have left." "Sure thing, Dad," assented Garry. He had just caught a glimpse through the window of Nick, Bill, Rooster, and Ted coming up the street. He pushed back his chair hastily, for the boys had promised to call for him. On his way to the door he paused for a moment at his father's side. "That rule is a pretty strict one at Lenox High," he said. "You've got to reach a certain mark in scholarship before you're even eligible to try for a team. I say, El," he added, as he playfully tweaked his sister's ear in passing, "what's this I hear about hockey?" Ella smiled, as she also pushed back her chair from the table. "You didn't think I was going to let my brother carry off all the sporting honors of the family, did you?" she returned. Then she ran off for her hat as Garry called a good-bye from the door and joined his friends on the porch. "Gee, you sure look swell, Garry!" Rooster greeted him. "That is some outfit." Ted staggered as though he were about to swoon. "Hold me up," he pleaded. "Am I seeing things?"