“Brr! I’d rather go without the complexion. Come on inside, unless you’re doing penance out here.”
“Seen the News this morning?” asked Gerald, as he followed the other up the steps.
“No, anything in it?”
“A column or so about the teams. We’re going to get licked. It says so.”
Harry smiled untroubledly. “You’ll have to show me,” he said. “Why, what does the paper know about it?”
“You’d think it knew everything about it to read it,” answered Gerald sadly. “Who is going to win, anyhow?”
“Little old Yardley,” replied Harry unhesitatingly. “Cheer up! You’re full of fog. Isn’t this a peach of a day?”
“Fine!” They laid their books on a radiator near the entrance and backed up to the warmth. “What are your reasons for thinking so?”
“Thinking what? Oh, about the game? Why, we always do win, don’t we? What’s to keep us from doing it again?”
“The luck has to change,” answered the other unconsciously quoting the News. “They say Broadwood has a dandy team this year.”