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"Have you found any b.j. beasts among the new plebes, Briggsy!" Dick wanted to know. "Plenty of 'em," responded Briggs with enthusiasm. "Any that were b.j.-er than Mr. Briggs?" inquired Greg. A shade annoyance crossed the new yearling's face. "I never was b.j., was I?" he murmured. "Think!" returned Dick dryly. "However, you're Briggs, now, with all my heart -no longer 'mister."
"That's so, Briggsy," affirmed Greg. Before going off on their furlough both had been compelled to regard Briggs as an unfortunate plebe, with whom it was desirable to have as little to do as possible. Then it had been "Mr. Briggs"; now it was "Briggsy"; that much had the round little fellow gained by stepping up from the fourth class to the third.
Dick and Greg half wheeled to meet another comer. Little Briggs, a trifle less plump and correspondingly longer, stood before them, grinning almost sheepishly. "Hullo, Briggsy!" cried Prescott, extending his hand, which the third classman took with unusual warmth. "Being no longer a plebe, I enjoy the great pleasure able to address an upper classman before I'm addressed," went on Briggs.
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