“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.”