“I see. How about athletics: football and baseball and so on? Do we usually beat Kenly?”
“Oh, I reckon it’s about a stand-off. One year we win at football and she wins at baseball. Or we win at both and she gets the track championship and the hockey series. Call it fifty-fifty.”
“Well, then, what about the—the buildings and location and all that?”
“No comparison as to location.”
“Oh, Alton’s got the best of it there, eh?”
“Alton?” said Martin contemptuously. “I should say not! Why, this place is stuck right down in the village, you might say. Kenly’s got about thirty acres of land on the side of a hill: trees and brooks and fields—why, say, she’s got four gridirons and four diamonds and a quarter-mile running track and a regular flock of tennis courts!”
“Sounds good,” commented Willard. “What about the buildings over there?”
“They’re all right, too. Guess they’re as good as ours, anyway. There are more of them. She’s got a corking gymnasium. It would make two of ours!”
Willard sighed discouragedly. “But you fellows kept telling me how much better Alton was than Kenly!”