That recess seemed longer in coming than any other that the school had ever known—longer even than that memorable one in which a strolling trio of Italian musicians had been specially contracted with to begin playing in the school-yard the moment the boys came down. Finally, however, the bell rang half-past ten, and the whole roomful hurried down-stairs, but not before Mr. Morton had called Joe Appleby, the largest boy in school, and formally introduced Paul Grayson, with the expressed wish that he should make his new companion feel at home among the boys.
Appleby went about his work with an air that showed how fully he realized the importance of his position: he introduced Grayson to every boy, beginning with the largest; and it was in vain that Benny Mallow, who was the youngest of the party, made all sorts of excuses to throw himself in the way of the distinguished couple, even to the extent of once getting his feet badly mixed up with those of Grayson. When, however, the ceremony ended, and Appleby was at liberty, so many of the boys crowded around him that the new pupil was in some danger of being lonely.
“Find out for yourselves,” was Appleby’s dignified reply to his questioners. “I don’t consider it gentlemanly to tell everything I know about a man.”
At this rebuke the smaller boys considered Appleby a bigger man than ever before, but some of the larger ones hinted that Appleby couldn’t very well tell what he didn’t know, at which Appleby took offence, and joined the group of boys who were leaning against a fence, in the shade of which Will Palmer had already inveigled the new boy into conversation.
“By-the-way,” said Will, “there’s time yet for a game or two of ball. Will you play?”
“Yes, I’ll be glad to,” said Grayson.
“Who else?” asked Will.
“I!” shouted all of the boys, who did not forget their grammar so far as to say “Me!” instead. Really, the eagerness of the boys to play ball had never before been equalled in the memory of any one present, and Will Palmer cooled off some quite warm friends by his inability to choose more than two boys to complete the quartette for a common game of ball. It did the disappointed boys a great deal of good to hear the teacher’s bell ring just as Will Palmer “caught himself in” to Grayson’s bat.
“You play a splendid game,” said Will to Grayson, as they went up-stairs side by side. “Where did you learn it?”
Joe Appleby, who was on the step in front of the couple, dragged just an instant in order to catch the expected information, but all he got was a bump from Palmer that nearly tumbled him forward on his dignified nose, as Grayson answered,