“That’s true, sir,” laughed Dan. “B plus is about the best you can expect from Kilts.”
“Well, if that is so you’re doing pretty well, aren’t you, Gerald?”
“Yes, sir; Kilts says so himself.”
“And how about other studies?”
“Oh, I don’t mind them,” replied Gerald carelessly. “Maybe I will get an A in English. Say, though, you just ought to have been here and seen the Class Games! Weren’t they great, Dan?”
And thereupon the conversation switched from the dangerous topic of studies to the enthralling one of baseball. Dan’s suggestion that perhaps Mr. Pennimore would like to see the morrow’s game with Pell School was well received and Mr. Pennimore promised to accompany Gerald to that event.
“I had already promised myself a vacation until Monday,” he said, “so I could see something of this good-for-nothing boy of mine. I find, however, that my appearance on the scene is of much less interest to him than the next ball game. I’m afraid you’ve pretty effectually weaned him away from me, Dan?”
“We’re all rather excited about baseball just now, sir,” replied Dan apologetically.
“And you’ve got to go over to Broadwood, sir, and see the big game!” exclaimed Gerald eagerly. “You will, won’t you? We could go over in the car and have a dandy time. You could ride over with us, couldn’t you, Dan?”
“Afraid I’ll have to go in the barge with the team,” answered Dan. “I wish you could see that game, though, Mr. Pennimore. It will be a fine one.”