But this was England at the end of July and the beginning of
August, and the light of day would hold until ten o'clock or thereabout.
That was one of the things that had helped to reconcile Harry to living in
England. He loved the long evenings and the chance they gave to get plenty
of sport and exercise after school hours. The school that he and Dick
attended was not far away; they went to it each day. A great many of the
boys boarded at the school, but there were plenty who, like Dick and Harry,
did not. But school was over now, for the time. The summer holidays had
just begun.
At the table there was much talk of the war that was in the air. But Mr.
Fleming did not even yet believe that war was sure.
"They'll patch it up," he said, confidently. "They can't be so mad as to
set the whole world ablaze over a little scrap like the trouble between
Austria and Servia."
"Would it affect your business, dear?" asked Mrs. Fleming. "If there really
should be war, I mean?"
"I don't think so," said he. "I might have to make a flying trip home, but
I'd be back. Come on--time for us to go. What are you going to do, boy?
Going over to Grenfel's, aren't you?"
"Yes, father," said Harry.
"All right. Get home early. Good-night!"
A good many of the boys were already there when Dick and Harry reached
Grenfel's house.
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