“It’s guaranteed to go for ten minutes if you don’t get up and stop it,” answered Penfield. “It came out of a patent alarm clock.”
When Penfield went home that day, he proudly bore in his hands the silver cup.
“Harry,” said Dr. Brent, as they wandered from the field, “I believe you’re more excited than when you won the boat-race—you’re all worked up.”
“Oh, no, I’m not,” said Harry, smiling.
“I bet Harry goes in his blue shirt,” said Mac, a week later. “You’d better trot up the hill, G. Lord, and use your influence with him. Tell him Miss Crosby went up in the Danforth’s auto from the 3:30.”
“That wouldn’t faze him,” said Morrel.
“I bet he doesn’t show up at all,” suggested Tom. “He’s afraid somebody will offer him a prize.”
“Honest, I wish I were like that fellow,” said Matthew Reed, earnestly. “He isn’t afraid of anything in the world except being praised.”
“He looked like a regular coward when Red Deer was telling Mr. Wade about the glider feat,” commented Roy.