“I don’t know why I’m so awkward,” he said miserably.
“You’ll catch on all at once,” Dan encouraged him. “Here, pass me a fast, hard one now.”
Chub swung the ball in a wide arch and heaved with all his strength. His aim was distressingly bad.
The ball sailed high above Dan’s reach, over the bushes and through a window.
A stunned silence came upon the Cubs as they heard the crash and beheld the damage.
“Wow! You’ve done it now, Chub,” Chips said pityingly.
“We’ll all catch it from Old Terry,” Midge added, staring at the jagged hole in the pane. “I guess we’ll have to pay for the damage.”
“It was a-all my fault,” Chub admitted, close to tears. “How much do windows cost?”
“Oh, a dollar or two,” Midge said vaguely. “Maybe more.”
Tears began to roll down Chub’s cheeks.