“Do, eh? That’s good

“Do, eh? That’s good. Football at Brimfield didn’t amount to a great
deal when I was here, but the old school’s turned out some good elevens
since then. Well, I’m glad to have met you chaps. Some day when you’ve
got nothing better to do look me up in the village. I’m at Storer’s, a
little white house opposite the store and post office. Awfully glad to
have you. And–er–by the way, if you need evidence, Byrd, in this
little matter, call on me. Very glad to testify to the best of my
knowledge. Good-bye.”

“I don’t know either,” sighed Amy

“I don’t know either,” sighed Amy. “I found a lot of truck in my room,
but I haven’t seen the owner yet. The fellow who was in with me last
year has left school. Gone to live in China. Wish I could! I suppose the
fellow I draw will be a regular mutt.” They had reached the corner of
Wendell, and Amy paused. “The dining room’s in here. If you don’t mind
waiting until I run up and wash a bit we’ll eat together.”

“Better than–Say, you make me laugh! There isn’t any comparison

“Better than–Say, you make me laugh! There isn’t any comparison.
Claflin’s got it all over this hole every way you look!” Dreer paused
suddenly and cast a doubtful look at Amy. But for once Amy seemed
unconcerned by such sentiment. His smile even seemed approving! Dreer
warmed to his subject. “Of course, you fellows haven’t been anywhere
else and think Brimfield’s quite a school. That’s all right. But I
happen to have gone to Claflin and I know the difference between a real
school and a second-rate imitation like this! Brimfield’s a regular
hole, fellows, believe me! Gee, I must get on!”