“Really? Don’t you skate, either?”
“Yes’m, but I don’t have much time. I go to school from half-past eight to three and other times I work here.”
“High school, do you mean?”
“Yes’m.”
“Then perhaps you know my boy?” she said eagerly.
“No’m, I know him by sight, that’s all. It was too bad his getting hurt in that game.”
“Wasn’t it? You see, it kept him out of the big game and he was quite heart-broken about it. Of course his father and I aren’t very happy when he’s playing, but Mr. Morris insists that it’s a fine thing for him, and Sidney himself loves it.”
“I—I hope he’s getting on all right, ma’am,” said Tom.
“Oh, yes, thank you, he’s doing very well. I wish you knew him. He’s rather a nice boy——”