“Kingsford, eh? Not—not Kingsford the great quarter-back, of course?”
“No—that is, no, sir,” answered Evan, flushing a little in spite of his determination not to let them worry him.
“Then you don’t play foot-ball?”
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“What position?”
“Quarter-back,” answered Evan good-naturedly.
“Ah! What did I tell you, Ed? It is—it really is the famous Mr. Kingsford of whom we have all heard. There’s no use trying to deceive us, Mr. Kingsford. All is discovered. We know you. You were quarter-back on the All-America Girls’ Preparatory School Team last year!”
Every one laughed at that, Evan as quickly as any.
“Now, Mr. Kingsford,” went on Hopkins, very much pleased by his wit, “we will ask you to give us a few lessons in the rudiments of foot-ball. A little more room, please. Ed, produce the pigskin.”