CHAPTER IV
A ROW WITH SAM
“What are you thinking about, Joe?”
It was his sister Clara who asked the question, and she had noticed that her brother was rather dreaming over his books than studying. It was the Monday night after the Saturday when the memorable game with the Resolutes had taken place.
“Oh, nothing much,” and Joe roused himself from a reverie and began to pour over his books.
“Well, for ‘nothing much’ I should say that it was a pretty deep subject,” went on Clara with a laugh, as she finished doing her examples. “It isn’t one of the girls here, is it Joe? There are a lot of pretty ones in our class.”
“Oh—bother!” exclaimed Joe. “Let a fellow alone, can’t you, when he’s studying? We have some pretty stiff work I tell you!” and he ruffled up his hair, as if that would make his lessons come easier. “It’s a heap worse than it was back in Bentville.”
“I think so too, but I like it, Joe. We have a real nice teacher, and I’ve met a lot of pleasant girls. Do you know any of the boys?”
“Hu! I guess you want me to give you an introduction to them!” exclaimed Joe.
“No more than you do to the girls I know,” retorted his sister, “so there!”