And John and I grabbed each other and danced.
“Hurray!” shouted John. “I don’t have to walk home!”
“Did you hear the time?” cried Poole, hitting me on the back. “Ten minutes, thirty-six and four-fifths seconds! It breaks the record!”
We did an unusual thing that Spring. We elected a track-team captain who was not a senior. His name was Robert Hart.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes:
Printer’s, punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.
Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.
Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.