"John D. Fitzgerald - The Great Brain At the AcademyUC - 4" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitzgerald John D)

me what had happened. But there was something wrong.
Sweyn didn't mention several things Tom told me. And
Tom d;dn't mention his invention for trains which Sweyn
told me all about. That is why I figure the only way to tell
what really happened is to put their stories together and
tell it in my own way.

Tom admitted he felt down in the dumps as the train
pulled out of Adenvilie. I couldn't blame him. It was the
first time he had ever been away from home- I knew when
I became old enough to go to the academy that I would
probably bawl like a baby.

"Go ahead and cry," Sweyn said as the train left the
depot. *Tt is nothing to be ashamed about. I know I did
last year my first time away from home."

Tom sure wanted to cry but he'wasn't going to give
Sweyn the satisfaction of knowing it. "Maybe I don't feel
like crying," he lied.

"Pardon me," Sweyn said sarcastically. "I just thought
being separated from Mom and Dad and our kid brother
for the first time might make you feel sad. Well, I know
something that will make you cry. You won't be able to
swindle the kids at the academy and get away with shenan-
igans like you pulled in Adenville. Those Jesuit priests are
strict."

Sweyn's superior big-brother attitude was beginning
to get on Tom's nerves. "You are just jealous of my great
brain," he said. "It is warm in here. I'm going to open a
window."

"You do and you'll get a cinder in your eye," Sweyn
said.

That was enough to make Tom open the window
even if he got ten cinders in his eyes. He had never let
Sweyn boss him around at home and he wasn't about to
start now. Sure enough, he got a cinder in his eye. He
pulled his head inside quickly and shut the window.

"What did I tell you?" Sweyn said.

"Take the corner of your handkerchief and get it
out," Tom said.

"Say please," Sweyn said, smiling and pretending he
enjoyed seeing Tom suffer.