Gee, I never travelled as far as that alone!" "I have! It's lots of fun! You eat your meals in a dining-car and there's a smoking-room where you can sit and chin as late as you want to and you get off at the stations and walk up and down the platform and you tip the negro porters and----" "Wouldn't it be great if we both made the football team, Steve?
Of course, you'll make it anyway, and I might if I had a little luck.
Townsend said last year I didn't do so badly, you know, and if----" "Of course you'll make it! We both will; next year anyway.

I'll bet they've got lots of fellows on the team no better than you are, Tom.
Wait till I show you the athletic field.

It's a corker!" And Steve's fingers turned the pages of the school catalogue eagerly.

"How's that ?" he demanded at last in triumph.
They paused under a dripping tree while Tom viewed the picture, Steve looking over his shoulder.
"It's fine!" sighed Tom at last.

"Gee, I hope--I hope he lets me!" "Let's go over there now so you can show him this," suggested Steve.
But Tom shook his head wisely.
"Not now," he said.