I'm going to wait around for a whole year after the way I've been working all spring!"
"Yes, he ain't so well in his nerve," mused Laurie. "Ought to see a doctor about—"
"Well, didn't you tell him I wanted to play this year?" demanded Kewpie impatiently. Laurie shook his head.
"No, you see, dear old lad, I didn't want to overtax his brain. You know how these baseball coaches are. They can wrestle with one idea, but when it comes to two at the same time—" Laurie shrugged eloquently. Kewpie viewed him doubtfully.
"Oh, shut up," he said, grinning. "Well, anyway, he's got to give me a chance with the team this year. If he doesn't he won't get me next."
"I'll mention that to him to-morrow," replied the other soberly. "I dare say if we take a firm attitude with him he will come around. Well, eleven twenty, then. I'll wait for you in front."
"In front" at Hillman's meant the steps of School Hall or their immediate vicinity, and on the steps the two met the next forenoon. Laurie
