K.K.was one of the most remarkable chaps, who, while engaging in the customary rough and tumble sports of boys with red blood in their veins, still seemed able to keep himself always tidy and neat.

No one ever knew how he did it, and a few were wont to call him a "sissy," but K.K.was far from that.

Only one boy attending Scranton High could really come under such a name, and he was Reggie Van Alstyne, who had always been a veritable dude.
"Oh! I had nearly forgotten an errand my mother commissioned me to do for her," Hugh suddenly exclaimed.

"I'll have to leave you here, K.
K., and turn back." The other laughed.
"Too much baseball on the brain, I reckon, Hugh," he went on to say; "but then, with your fetching us that good news, it wasn't to be wondered that you let such a little thing as an errand for your mother slip out of your mind.

If I can help any, tell me, Hugh." "Oh! no, I've just got to step in at Madame Pangborn's and ask her something.