Monthly Archives: October 2007

mildly surprised gaze on the boys The driver of the car, still clutching the steering-wheel, turned a mildly surprised gaze on the boys. “Now, what,” he asked slowly, “do you think of that?”

“He lives the other side of the village. His father owned a lot of land around here and made heaps of money selling it off. They call him ‘Babe’ Beaufort; this fellow, I mean, not his father; probably because he’s … Continue reading →

“I reckon you’re a big hit at those parties,” said Clint. “When it comes to telling stories–”

“Suppose we do,” replied Clint cheerfully. “Who is he?”

“Oh, I’ve got sort of used to it now. After all, there’s a certain excitement about having a watch like this. You never know whether you’re going to be late or early. If I have to catch a train I … Continue reading →

“I don’t suppose so. That’s what he’s called, though. He never says anything and so he seems to be all-fired wise. There’s a lot in that, do you know? Bet you if I didn’t talk so much I’d get the … Continue reading →

Morgan’s School was a stranger What annoyed Brimfield Academy most about that beating was the fact that Morgan’s School was a stranger. Being defeated in early season was nothing to be sore about; it happened every year, sometimes several times; … Continue reading →

“Well, I’ll be glad to see some action,” remarked Amy, yawning. “Compared to tennis this game is a regular ‘cold water sit-around’!”