“Cheer up!” said Amy. “Faint heart ne’er won the ‘varsity! I’ll bet
you’ll make ’em open their eyes, Clint, when you get there. One trouble
with you is that you’re too modest. You need to have more–more faith in
yourself, old top. And don’t take ‘Boots’ too seriously, either. If you
decide to return to his aggregation of world-beaters you’ll find he’ll
do a heap of scolding and then fall on your neck. But you won’t do
anything of the sort. I’m no football connoisseur, whatever that is, but
I have a feeling, Clint, that you can play all around Trow and Tyler.
Besides, after Joe Detweiler gets hold of you he’ll do wonders for you.
Joking aside, Clint, I’m awfully pleased. It’s great! And–and it’s so
mighty unexpected, too! That’s what gets me! Of course, I’ve always
known you were bound to become famous some day, but I didn’t suppose it
was going to happen so soon!”