“Right-o!” said Rollo. “Come, Rupert, I will wager you a dime on the result!”
“Done with you, Rollo,” said Rupert, and Lucy and Stella and Anabelle all applauded.
New Haven town was even more crowded and confusing than the highway had been. Important constables waved them hither and thither, and they were soon passing imposing buildings, which Stella’s mother told them were the Halls of Learning.
“There are the new Harkness buildings,” she said. “A very great architect, Mr. Rogers, designed the group.”
“We have a Rogers group in our parlor,” said Rollo, “but it is by no means so large or so fine as this one. But do they play the match in that great courtyard?”
“Dumbbell!” said Rupert. “They play the game in the Bowl.”
“Well I vow!” thought Rollo, “who ever heard of playing football in a bowl!”
But he kept silent and was very glad he had done so, for, after an hour of snail-like pace through the streets they came in sight of a gigantic structure, in which Rollo could see thousands and thousands of people sitting.
“There is the Bowl,” cried his friends and they all clambered stiffly to the ground, still munching their luncheon sandwiches, and made their way to their seats.