- pie?" he demanded in puzzlement. "Practising?
Well, you pick those pillows up and put that ball down or I'll paddle you! Look here, did you get a cut in English?"
Kewpie looked blank. "Gee, no! What time of day is it? Well, what do you know about that? I just naturally—"
"You'll just naturally get the dickens from Johnny, you silly chump," responded Hop dryly as he dumped his books on the table. "What did you do? forget the time?"
"N-no, I—I guess I got sort of interested in this pitching business, Hop. Say, you ought to have seen me pitching drops to Nod a while back! Boy, I'll say I made 'em eat out of my hand!"
"And you'll be eating off the mantel if I catch you missing any more recitations! Honest, Kewpie, you haven't got the sense of a duck. Besides, what the dickens do you want to get into baseball for? Isn't football good enough?"
"Sure, but I can't play football now, can I? How do you suppose I'm going to keep myself in condition for it if I don't have some exercise?"
"I don't have much trouble."
