"You would have gone crazy over it!"
"It's brutal. I have no sympathy with such brutal games. I didn't want to see it, and I stayed away."
"But it was such a splendid spectacle. Twenty-two young gladiators, clad in the armor of the football field, flinging themselves upon each other, struggling like Trojans, swaying, straining, striving, going down all together, getting up, and——
"Land!" cried Miss Abigail, holding up both hands. "It must have been awful! It makes my blood run cold! Don't tell me any more!"
"At first Harvard rushed Yale down the field. Yale could not hold them back. It was easy for Harvard. Jack got the ball—Jack Benjamin. He went through Yale's line. The coast was cleared. He made a touchdown. He ran like a deer. How his legs did fly!"
"Good!" cried Miss Abigail, getting excited and dropping her knitting—"good for Jack!"
"But a Yale man was after him, and the Yale man could run. The crowd was wild with excitement. Jack tore up the earth. The Yale man tore up the earth——"
"He couldn't catch Jack!" exclaimed the spinster. "It wasn't any use for him to try."
"He did catch him—jumped at him—caught his ankles—pulled him down!"
"You don't say! He'd ought to be walloped!"