“Oh, Fenn!” exclaimed Jennie Smith, as the boy joined her. “Isn’t it just like a play to see all the lights and the people hurrying back and forth? ‘All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.’ I think that’s just grand! Oh I wish I could thrill large audiences!” she added, for her secret desire was to become an actress. “What is this I see before me! Is it a dagger, the handle—!”
But just then Jennie collided with a fat man in front of her. He turned, good-naturedly and remarked:
“No, young lady, I’m not a dagger, though I’d like to get thin enough to be taken for one.”
Jennie blushed, and Fenn was a little embarrassed. Soon after that Fenn bade Jennie goodnight.
Monday morning when the chums reached school there was a buzz of excitement among those gathered on the campus waiting for the nine o’clock gong to ring.
“Here they come now,” called some one. “We’ll see what they say.”
“What’s up?” asked Bart, as he saw the crowd of boys hurrying toward him and his chums.
“We’ve got a challenge!” exclaimed Lem Gordon, pitcher of the school nine, of which Bart was catcher.
“Who from?” asked Bart.
“The Lakeville Prep. school. It’s for Thursday. Dare we take ’em on?”