The Grammar School Boys of Gridley

By the time that the noon dismissal bell rang the rain had ceased, and the sun was struggling out. Out in the coatroom Dick snatched his hat from the nail as though he were in haste to get away. With that Dick marched back into the schoolroom. Old Dut, looking up from the books that he was placing in a tidy pile on the platform desk, smiled. Then Dick turned, anxious to get out into the open as quickly as possible.