Monthly Archives: August 2007

“You have a very direct way of getting results,” continued the other. “Might I inquire your name?”

“Durkin!” cried Clint. “Stop it!”

“All right. Remember that. If I ever find you’ve spoken of it I’ll half kill you, Dreer!”

precious tennis trophy, and explained as he placed it on top his chiffonier and stood off to view the effect, that he had stopped at the courts to learn the results and afterwards at Main Hall to get mail Amy … Continue reading →

been dreaded for days has at last arrived It is always something of a shock to realise that an event which has been dreaded for days has at last arrived. During that tense moment wherein the blue-stockinged Briggs had cuddled … Continue reading →

“I says so! I seen it just now.”

Tracey Black, catching his eye between periods, smiled sympathetically. Tracey could have told him that Coach Robey was punishing him for yesterday’s misdemeanour, but he didn’t, and the explanation didn’t occur to Clint. And the latter followed the rest back … Continue reading →

“Because he took boxing lessons with me for two years,” answered Mr. Conklin unhesitatingly. “We used to have boxing, you know. That was before your time, though. I remember now that Durkin, although a mere kid, was very quick and … Continue reading →