Baseball had gone off with an hurrah this season, though there had been an enormous amount of hard work behind all the successes.
Now, but one game remained. Out of fourteen played, so far, only one had resulted in a tie; the others had all been victories for Gridley.
With the warm June weather commencement was looming near. One Wednesday morning there was a long and tedious amount of practice over the singing that was to be offered at the close of the school year.
"Huh! I thought we'd never get through," snorted Prescott, as he raced out into the school yard. "And we were kept ten minutes over the usual time for recess."
"Gee, but it's hot to-day," muttered Tom Reade, fanning himself with his straw hat.
"Oh, what wouldn't I give, right now, for a good swim down at
Foster's Pond!" muttered Purcell moodily.
"Well, why can't we have it?" suggested Gint.
"We couldn't get back by the time recess is over," replied Purcell.
"The end of recess would be when we did get back, wouldn't it!" asked a senior.
"Let's go, anyway!" urged another boy, restlessly.