But where there are many souls there are many minds, and it seemed impossible to keep the Twelve together for another year.  It was settled that Tug and Jumbo and Punk should accept the flattering invitation of the Kingston Athletic Association, and their parents were glad enough to have them go, seeing that Kingston was an academy of excellent standing.

History was also to be there, for his learning had won him a free scholarship in a competitive examination.  B.J., “Quiz,” and Bobbles were to be sent to other academies—­to Charleston, to Troy, and to Greenville; but they made life miserable for their fathers and mothers with their pleadings, until they, too, were permitted to join their fellows at Kingston.

Sleepy was the only one that did not want to go, and he insisted that he had learned all that was necessary for his purpose in life; that he simply could not endure the thought of laboring over books any longer.  But just as the Dozen had resigned themselves to losing the companionship of Sleepy (he was a good man to crack jokes about, if for no other reason), Sleepy’s parents announced to him that his decision was not final, and that, whether or not he wanted to go, go he should.  And then there were eight.

The handsome and fashionable young Dozener, known to his friends as Edward Parker, and to fame as “Pretty,” was won over with much difficulty.  He had completely made up his mind to attend the Troy Latin School—­not because he loved Latin, but because Troy was the seat of much social gaiety, and because there was a large seminary for girls in that town.  He was, however, at length cajoled into consenting to pitch his tent at Kingston by the diplomatic Jumbo, who told him that the girls at Kingston were the prettiest in three States.  And then there were nine.

The Phillips twins, “Reddy” and “Heady,” were the next source of trouble, for they had recently indulged in an unusually violent squabble, even for them, and each had vowed that he would never speak to the other again, and would sooner die than go to the same boarding-school.  The father of this fiery couple knew that the boys really loved each other dearly at the bottom of their hearts, and decided to teach them how much they truly cared for each other; so he yielded to their prayer that they be allowed to go to different academies.  The boys, in high glee, tossed up a penny to decide which should go with the Dozen to Kingston, and which should go to the Brownsville School for Boys.  Reddy won Kingston, and rejoiced greatly.  But though Heady was so blue that his brick-colored hair was almost dyed, nothing could persuade him to “tag along after his brother,” as he phrased it.  And so there were ten.

The deepest grief of the Dozen was the plight of the beloved giant, “Sawed-Off.”  There seemed to be no possible way of getting him to Kingston, much as they thought of his big muscles, and more us they thought of his big heart.  His sworn pal, the tiny Jumbo, was well nigh distracted at the thought of severing their two knitted hearts; but Sawed-Off’s father was dead, and his mother was too poor to pay for his schooling, so they gave him up for lost, not without aching at the heart, and even a little dampness at the eyelids.