Nod?" After that, not having yet decided on any sort of a scheme to present to the other, Laurie avoided Bob as though the latter had measles.
At practice in the baseball cage he gave so much thought to the matter of saving his face with Bob that he made very poor work of catching and batting. He was, in fact, so detached from what was going on that even Elk Thurston's gibes fell on deaf ears. Mr. Mulford, the coach, got after him many times that afternoon.
When practice was over Laurie fairly dawdled about the showers and dressing-room, and it was nearly half-past five when he finally set out for the Widow Deane's, making his way there by a roundabout route that took him nowhere in sight of the Coventry place. He expected to find Ned there before him, but the little shop was deserted save for a small child buying penny candy and Mrs. Deane, who was waiting on the customer. Polly, said Mrs. Deane, had gone to Mae Ferrand's. Laurie disconsolately ordered a root-*beer and, overcoming an inclination to sit on the counter, listened to Mrs. Deane's unexciting budget of news. He was not very attentive, although Mrs. Deane never suspected the fact, and she
