“Wish I’d known about it beforehand. I’d have sneaked over a fence and through a window. It was fierce! I was the last fellow to get in this fall. Dad made application in August, and some fellow who had entered in the spring changed his mind; otherwise I’d have had to go to the high school.”
“That would have been an awful fate,” said George, gravely.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have minded. I like Hillman’s, though. Do any of you chaps play tennis?”
“I try to,” answered George.
“Wish you’d give me a game some day. Tennis is about the only thing I know much about, and I saw some dandy courts over at the field.”
“Glad to,” George assured him. “Any day you like, Starling. I’m not much of a player, though, so don’t expect a lot.”
“Guess you’re good enough to handle me,” laughed the other. “I like it better than I can play it. How about to-morrow afternoon?”
“Suits me,” answered George. “Three-thirty?”
“Fine! I’m going to get Dad to build a court in the yard here, if I can. There’s lots of room, but there’s a tumble-down old grape-arbor right in the middle.”
“Yes, there’s surely room enough,” agreed Lee. “We used to come over here last fall and get pears—there’s a dandy seckel tree back there. I’d say there was room for two or three courts if some of the trees were cut down.”