"You bet—it's tough!"
"Hi, there, give me a catch."
"Look out! Biff!"
"Oh, you, Jack Rabbit, come up and give me the advance!"
"Can't. I'm taking my chances. Get hold of Skinny."
"What time's practice?"
"That's the Upper House, House of Lords, Abode of the Blessed," said Butsey with envious eyes. "That's where we'll land when we're fifth-formers—govern yourself, no lights, go to the village any time, and all that sort of thing. Say!" He swept the circle comprehensively with his arm. "What do you think of it? Pretty fine, eh—what?"
"Gee!" said Stover with difficulty, then after a moment he blurted out: "It's—it's terrific!"
"Oh, that's not all; there's the Hammil House in the village and the Davis and Rouse up the street. The baseball fields are past the chapel."
"Why, it's like a small college," said Stover, whose gaze returned to the giants on the esplanade.