“I wonder! Well, maybe they would. Yes, I guess so. Consequently, I’ll
knock him down on my own account–ostensibly, Clint, ostensibly.”

“Hi!” said the youth in surprised tones.

going to happen when the quarter-back shouts a lot of numbers to you,”
observed Amy, hugging his knees and exposing a startling view of
crushed-raspberry socks, “but I’m too old a bird–no pun intended this
time–to be caught
“It’s all well enough for you fellows to pretend that you know what’s
going to happen when the quarter-back shouts a lot of numbers to you,”
observed Amy, hugging his knees and exposing a startling view of
crushed-raspberry socks, “but I’m too old a bird–no pun intended this
time–to be caught. Besides, I played once for a couple of weeks, and I
know that signals didn’t mean anything to me.”

of the word, and he felt resentful until a look at the boy’s face showed
that he intended no impertinence
It dawned on Clint that the other was trying to mimic his pronunciation
of the word, and he felt resentful until a look at the boy’s face showed
that he intended no impertinence.

_foot_-note
“Thank you! I was afraid I’d have to explain it for you in a
_foot_-note.”

“You spoke disrespectfully of the school, Dreer. I told you you mustn’t.
I’m terribly fond of the dear old school and it hurts me to hear it
maligned. And then there’s Durkin’s violin, Dreer. Perhaps you haven’t
heard about that.”

“Let’s go out there and see if we can find anything,” suggested Amy.

was accepted by Mr
Unfortunately–or perhaps fortunately–Clint’s showing on this occasion
was accepted by Mr. Simkins as a standard to which future performances
were required to conform. “What has been done once may be done again,
Thayer,” he would inform him. And Clint, not being able to deny the
logic of this statement, was forced to toil harder than ever. But there
came a time, though it was not yet, when he found that his difficulties
were lessening, that an hour accomplished what it had taken two to
accomplish before; and that, in short, Greek, while not a study to
enthuse over, had lost most of its terrors. But all that, as I say, came
later, and for many weeks yet “Uncle Sim” pursued Clint in his dreams
and the days when he had a Greek recitation were dreaded ones.

“P-probably a rat,” whispered Amy.