Mr.Leonard was over to dinner at our house Sunday, and he invited me to drop in any old time, and see how your crowd was making out.

I hope now you don't object to my being here, Hugh ?" "Not in the least, O.K.," Hugh told him, smilingly.

"We're pushing along pretty fairly, and ironing out some of the wrinkles as we go.
Lots still to be done before we're ready to try conclusions with your team at Belleville; but with such a capable coach as Mr.Leonard, we believe we'll get there in time." They watched the play go on.

There were some really clever stunts done that called for loud cheers on the part of the small crowd present.

O.
K.added his strident voice to the shouts.
"Great work that, old top!" he shouted at Sandy Dowd, who had made a magnificent steal to second, after getting first on a single, his slide amidst a cloud of dust being the grand climax of the feat; for though the catcher sent the ball down in a direct line to the baseman, still the red-headed Sandy had his hand on the bag at the time he was touched, and there was no disputing the "safe on second" of the umpire.
For three innings did O.K.sit there and enjoy the game.