“Thanks, but I’m waiting for Byrd
“Thanks, but I’m waiting for Byrd. Did Conklin say how long I’d be out?”
“Thanks, but I’m waiting for Byrd. Did Conklin say how long I’d be out?”
“I’ve left my pretty little trophy behind. I’ll have to beat it back,
Clint, and rescue it. Can’t you picture the poor little thing sitting
there all alone in pathetic solitude, forlorn and deserted?”
“In my room, sir. I had–”
satisfaction more than for Amy’s benefit, “I’m scared
“And then, too,” continued Clint, analysing his emotions for his own
satisfaction more than for Amy’s benefit, “I’m scared. Suppose I don’t
do well enough for them on the ‘varsity, Amy. I’d feel pretty cheap if
they dropped me after a day or two, wouldn’t I? ‘Boots’ swears he won’t
have anything to do with me if I come back. I–sort of wish Robey had
chosen Cupples or Robbins. I really do!”