Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Hockey -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
After breakfast he set out to visit Long Tim and Shorty Joe and deliver
the presents he had brought them, two ties of most remarkable hues
which, judged solely as color effects, had been stupendously cheap at
thirty-seven cents apiece! Fortunately, as Toby well knew, both Joe
and Tim were fond of bright colors, and his gifts were received with
open-eyed admiration. It was almost noon when he at last got away
from Shorty Joe, who had much to tell him of happenings during his
three months’ absence from Greenhaven. They weren’t very important
happenings, but they were of interest to Toby. Dinner was at two
o’clock, and Toby’s Uncle Benedict and Aunt Sarah, from Good Ground,
arrived a few minutes before, Aunt Sarah bringing him a pair of worsted
gloves which she had knitted. Toby was sorry that he had neglected to
provide a gift for her, but Aunt Sarah didn’t appear to notice the
omission. Dinner was a very jolly and very hearty affair, and after it
was over, Toby, resisting a desire to go to sleep, persuaded Phebe to
don her new muffler and go for a walk with him. It was getting well
along toward dusk by that time and the snow, which had fallen steadily
since before midnight, had almost stopped. They took the road through
the town and then turned up the hill behind the little village from
which a wonderful view of Spanish Harbor and the bay lay before them.
They had lots to talk about and Phebe was full of questions regarding
Toby’s school adventures. On the way back they met two of Toby’s
friends, Billy Conners and Gus Whalen, and the quartette went on to
the little white cottage around the end of the Cove and satisfied
surprisingly vigorous hungers with slices of cold turkey and cranberry
tarts.
Toby returned to New York Monday afternoon and spent a glorious four
days with Arnold. They went twice to theaters, had several sleigh rides
far out into the country, patronized the “movies” two afternoons,
explored the Park, lunched one day with Arnold’s father at a sumptuous
club and, in short, were busy every moment and went to bed each night
so tired that they fell asleep the instant their heads touched the
pillows.
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