"
"That, speaking of roses--" went on Dick.
"Roses!" ejaculated Jack. "Who said anything about roses?"
"Well, talking about roses, anyhow--" continued Dick.
"I don't see anything about here to remind you of roses," contended
Donald.
"Can you tell me," persisted Dick, "what kind of rows never come
singly?"
"The kind you have to hoe," responded Donald, whose father had a
garden.
"I guess that's right, Don," agreed the colonel
"Shad roes," proclaimed Dick.
"Pooh!" sniffed Don; "that has an ancient and fishlike flavor."
"Which reminds me," remarked the colonel, "that I provided some
refreshments, as a consolation for your defeat, but as you won I
suppose you won't care for them now."
"Speaking for myself," said Dick modestly; "it sounds good to me."
CHAPTER XXIII
CONCLUSION
"I hope I am not too late to congratulate you on your victory," said
a pleasant voice, and the boys looked up to see a young gentleman
standing in the doorway of the room, where, having finished the
repast the colonel had provided, they were sitting around talking
over the details of the race.
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