The town of Fairview was not a large one.  There was one main street and a side street running to the little depot, at which eight trains stopped daily.  There were fifteen shops and stores, a hotel and three churches.  The houses numbered less than a hundred in the town proper, although many others were located in the rich farming district close by.  Fairview was situated on the Rocky River, which, ten miles below, flowed into a beautiful sheet of water called Lake Cameron.  The town was noted for its natural beauty, and in the summertime not a few tourists stopped there.

One of the principal men of the community was Mr. Dodge, Charley’s father.  He was rich, but preferred to live on his farm instead of moving to the town or the city.  He was a school trustee and also held an interest in the summer hotel and in one of the big saw mills on the river.

Sheppard Reed was the only son of a local physician, who, during the past twenty years, had built up a substantial practice in and around Fairview.  Shep and Snap, as they were always called, were close chums, and once in a while their own folks would refer to them as the Twins.

Frank Dawson had moved to Fairview only two years before, but had become a general favorite among the boys.  He had a habit of exaggerating most woefully, and this had gained for him the nickname of Whopper.  From this it must not be inferred that Frank could not tell the truth, for, when it came to the pinch the lad was as truthful as anybody.  His “whoppers” were always so big that everybody recognized them as such instantly.

Will Caslette, always called Billy or Giant, was the son of a French widow lady who had come to Fairview on the death of her husband, seven years before.  The widow had just enough to live on comfortably, and she took a great pride in her offspring, even though he was so small in stature.  But though Billy was small he was “all there,” as the other boys said, and promised to become a man, every inch of him.

Arriving at the orchard, the four boys walked to one of the best of the apple trees and with a stick brought down a dozen of the finest apples.  Then they selected a warm spot in the sunshine, threw themselves on the sward, and began to eat and discuss their plans at the same time.

“It’s a regular windfall for us that the old schoolhouse is going to be shut up next Wednesday,” said Snap.  “Just think of two months of loafing.”

“Bless the storm that ripped off part of the roof,” came from Shep.

“And bless the fact that they can’t get it mended right away,” was Will’s comment.  “I don’t believe they’ll open again until after the holidays.”

“Of course they won’t,” said Whopper.  “They can’t do it.  They’ve got to put on a new roof, mend the water pipes, reset the steps, paint the place, and do sixteen hundred and one things.”

“The best thing we can do is to make all arrangements for going on our tour bright and early Monday morning,” went on Snap.  “We will have from now on to get ready in.  That will be plenty of time.”