"Oh, I didn't mean baseball. I meant football."
"We don't play that much in the West. We go in more for baseball. More science."
"Oh, I like football best, it's so lively. I like to see them when they get all bunched up, they look so funny, and then when some fellow gets the ball under his arms and goes shooting around, with the rest all jumping at him. Oh, oh, it's exciting!"
She smiled, and her teeth shone from her scarlet lips with a more familiar expression than he had seen on her face before. Some wall of reserve had melted away, and they chatted on with growing freedom.
"Well, Edith, are you ready?" asked the Major, coming up.
Arthur sprang up as if he suddenly remembered that he was a workingman.
Edith rose also.
"Yes, all ready, uncle."
"Well, we'll be going in a minute.—Mr. Ramsey, do you think that millet has got water enough?"
"For the present, yes. The ground is not so dry as it looks."