"It's worth eight dollars.

It's cheap at any price.

I ain't seen so many black eyes and bloody noses in a month of Sundays." "Well, go on back an' enjoy yourself," Billy commended.

"I'll take the girls up there on the side hill where we can look on.

But I won't give much for your good looks if some of them Micks lands on you." The trouble was over in an amazingly short time, for from the judges' stand beside the track the announcer was bellowing the start of the boys' foot-race; and Bert, disappointed, joined Billy and the two girls on the hillside looking down upon the track.
There were boys' races and girls' races, races of young women and old women, of fat men and fat women, sack races and three-legged races, and the contestants strove around the small track through a Bedlam of cheering supporters.