“Oh, you Third Base Thatcher. Won’t the girls be wild about you at the ‘hop’ to-night!”
Whereupon Jeff colored up like a turkey gobbler, and breaking away from the crowd, bolted into the gymnasium building and dashed down stairs to the locker room, while the rest of the joyous, grinning players streamed down the stairs after him, laughing and joking at his consternation.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes:
Printer’s, punctuation, and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.
Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.
Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.