Still, in one sense you're right when you call it an adventure; though a pretty mild one.

I'll tell you about it." "Wish you would, Thad," grumbled Hugh, pretending to look anxious to hurry along on his way home.

"Playing ball for three hours gives a fellow a ferocious appetite, you know; and we have chicken pot pie at our house tonight, which is one of my favorite dishes.

So please get a move on you." "Well, after I managed to mend my tire, being set on accomplishing the job if it took me till dark, I started along the road, and presently drew near town.

That was about half an hour ago, I should imagine.