agreed when we got here last fall that I was to go in for football and you for baseball. I know I didn't make very good—"
"Shut up yourself! You did so!"
"But that's the more reason you should. The honor of the Turners is at stake, partner. Don't you forget that!"
"Oh, I'll do my best," sighed Laurie, "but I certainly do hold it ag'in Pinky for butting in on my quiet, peaceful life out in the field and talking me into this catching stuff. Gosh, I had no idea the human hand could propel a ball through space, as it were, the way those pitcher guys do! Some time I'll break a couple of fingers, I suppose, and then I'll get let out."
"Oh, no, you won't," said Ned grimly. "All the big league catchers have two or three broken fingers on each hand. Don't count on that, old son!"
They had crossed Walnut Street now and were stamping the melted snow from their shoes on the drier concrete sidewalk before the school property. Above the top of a privet hedge the upper stories of the school buildings were in sight, West Hall, School Hall, and East Hall facing Summit
