“Well, might as well look on the bright side, I suppose,” returned Mr. Morris, “although things haven’t been turning up my way much of late, Jenny.”
His gaze encountered the envelopes again, and he stared at them a moment. Then, with a puzzled shake of his head, he passed out.
II
It was a fortnight later that Willard, returning from practice with the high school football team, and passing in front of Mrs. Parson’s boarding-house, heard his name called and looked up to see Mr. Chase at the open window of his room.
“Come up and pay me a visit, Will,” said the Assistant Principal.
Willard hesitated a moment. He had been rather avoiding Mr. Chase for the last two weeks. Now, however, he waved his hand and, turning in at the gate, entered the house and climbed the stairs to the teacher’s room. Mr. Chase was seated at a small table by the window.
“Pardon me if I don’t get up, Will,” he said. “I’ve only got two more of these things to paste, and I want to get them in before the light goes. Well, how are you getting on at football?”
“Pretty fair, sir.”