The Rover Boys in New York; Or, Saving Their Father's Honor

y to a trip in the Da

Sam," repli

oo strong," returned Dick Rover, as

low too much," went on Sam R

brother Tom, with a shake of his head.

k, with a queer little smile creepi

with a grin. "As if he would go anywhere

t to call on Nellie, at the same pl

. "You mustn't quarrel about the dear girls. I k

hear you making up some poetry about her yeste

rrupted the youngest Rover boy. "Just the same, it will be nice to

e can give them a little

nd Nellie, when we rescued them from Sob

ered his big brother. "By the way, I wonder

" answered Tom. "The law is rather s

at is coming to them sooner

rather a ser

see Crabtree, Sobber, and our other enemies behind th

the Stanhope fortune," mused Sam. "How hard he did

ir methods, Sam," returned the big brother.

d a voice from behind the Ro

as his college chum caught him by the

ow on the river?" a

ture to attend, and this afternoon we

g machine," said th

e boat for one,

ay, if you are not careful, you'll g

ed Dick. "Seriously, though, Stanley, I don't

e planning a honeymoon trip by aero

h for me, when I go on a honeymoon trip," answered

tall, dudish-looking student crossed the college

stylishly-dressed youth, as he tur

he price of eggs?"

hould I know?" stammered William

n the chicken

me! No,

know the price of eggs the worst way," w

price of eggs for?" questioned

metry to solve, and the price of eggs will he

is it,

st of its North Pole is two and eleven-tenths inches, what is the v

as a snicker went up from the other youths. "And please don

der," murmured Tom. "

d the dudish youth. "Oh, you are awful!" he adde

ever be sensible and get over his

seems to be born in

t with it all," vent

can't help poking fun at him when he's around,

ted Sam. "And, see, he is writi

ick. "Oh! There's a

e the approach of another student, who was coming forward thoughtfully, carrying a pad in one hand and writing as he walked. Ther

really I do, don't you know!"

ered the other student. "What are yo

oming," answered the other, as he picked up hi

nown as Songbird. "Confound the luck-you spoilt one of my bes

returned William Philander.

d you ever try to write po

. I'm afraid I would

ured Songbird, and he passed on a few steps, coming t

ed out Tom. "How is the

swer, but kept on writing. Then his

ve got it at last! I knew I'd get

, the measles?" aske

et. "I have been writing a poem on 'The Spri

"That must be a second cousin to the ditty

," answered Songbird, with a

it stands still. But wha

the latest effus

comment. "I've only got about ten minutes b

minutes," said Stanley, a

m," stammered Songbird. "I wrote it fo

a farmer's daughter with whom all were well acquaint

way, Songbird

responded the would-be poet, a

ring, when f

and on f

o out to thee

wonder wh

s show thei

re singing

nd I look,

we shall me

red Tom. "Byron couldn't hold

to the t

ts way o'er

e running

hat-that

ied Sam, as the would-be

d Songbird. "And say, he knocked something else out of me!" he excl

" cried Di

rom the weekly newspaper office. Doctor Wall

t?" demanded S

ree has escap

!" ejacu

ng about him!" put in Di

he kitchen. There was great excitement, for supper was just being served. In the excitement t

d Sam. "And we tho

s comment, and Dick nodded his head, t