Laurie, we've already done him a lot of good."
"Great," said Laurie. "I guess he's got all the good that's coming to him, then. He will never make a baseball pitcher."
"But you mustn't tell him that, even if you believe it," said Polly earnestly. "You must encourage him, you know. We all must."
Laurie grinned. "I've already told him he's no good. I guess I told him so several times. But he doesn't believe it, so there's no harm done."
"Oh, you shouldn't have," exclaimed Polly. "Don't you see, if he's to be—be taken out of himself, Laurie, he must—must have faith?"
"Oh, he's got it, all right. I'm the one who hasn't. He thinks he's the coming scholastic wonder of the diamond, I guess. Of course, I'm perfectly willing to help the chap and keep him from killing himself off with cream-puffs, and that sort of thing, Polly, but you've got to own up that it's a bit tough on me. Think of putting in half an hour every day with Kewpie! Gee, I've got troubles of my own, too. That silly Elk Thurston's got it in for me, after that trifling affair of yesterday, and there's no working in the
