“I hope the other chap will be an improvement,” said Sandy. “About time for him to show up, seems to me.”
“Bet you he’s the fellow we saw sitting on the wall,” said The Fungus. “Hope so, anyway. Ned’s been rubbing it into me about the youngster. I’d laugh myself to death if that was the chap.”
“Get out!” scoffed Spud. “Why, he was a regular farmer! Besides, he wouldn’t be walking up.”
“He might. Why doesn’t Ned come down?” The Fungus pulled himself up, descended the steps and lolled out to the center of the half-moon-shaped lawn that lay between the circling drive and the fence. “O you Ned!” he called, looking toward an upper window.
“Hello! What?” answered a voice.
“Come on down.”
“In a minute. I’m changing sides.”
The Fungus grinned as he strolled back to the group on the steps. “Ned’s changing his things over to the other side of the room,” he explained. “That gives him the bay window.”
“Hope the new fellow can play football,” mused Sandy. “We need some more talent this year, now that Means and Carter have gone. The Hall’s going to have a bully team.”