“Are you going to help him through school?”
“I thought Walter was planning to do that,” laughed Mr. Borden quietly.
“I am proud that my boy is so generous,” said Mrs. Borden warmly. “He wants to help his friend.”
“How many was it that Dan struck out?” asked Mr. Borden soberly as he turned to his boy. “Twenty-one, wasn’t it?”
“No, sir; fifteen,” replied Walter promptly.
“So it was,” assented Mr. Borden. “That is a good record.”
“But Dan is more than a good ball-player,” asserted Walter. “He is a hard worker and he has the best head on him I ever saw. He never loses his head in a game, he doesn’t dispute the umpire or yell at the fellows——”
“Do you ever do that, Walter?” broke in Mr. Borden.
“I’m afraid I do,” admitted Walter shamefacedly.
“All boys shout, I hear them every day,” spoke up Mrs. Borden. “I am sure Walter does no more than other boys of his age.”