Jim, old man, you've had my cup up there ten minutes; hand it up." Jim filled it to overflowing, as a token, perhaps, of the gratitude of his heart towards his champion, and forthwith handed it up.
"And _a propos_ of that," pursued Charlie, having gulped down his coffee, "you are just come up here in the nick of time, for there's a glorious football-match on to-day--" The uncle groaned and the aunt fidgeted.
"In which Jim is playing, and no one deserves the honour better.

You must come and see it by all means.

Eh, Jim ?" "Rather," said Jim; "it would never do to miss it, especially as Newcome is playing against us.

The worst of it is, as we are both engaged, there will be no one to pilot you about." "I shall be very glad," said Reader--though, if truth must be told, his politeness cost him an effort--"if your uncle and aunt will let me.

I'm almost as great a stranger, though, in the town as they are." "You are very kind, sir," said Jim's aunt, who had been long since gained over by the enemy.