“I couldn’t do that, I guess; a mile’s about my measure. Don’t you have foot races here?”
“No, we don’t do anything in that line. Hammond has a track team, but we haven’t. You should have stayed where you were put, if you want to be a runner.”
“What’s the matter with getting up one of those things here?” asked Dick. “One of those track teams? You’ve got a track, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but it’s not much good. We only use it for exercise,” said Roy.
“Couldn’t it be fixed up?”
“I don’t believe the Doctor would do it,” answered Roy. “You see, it would cost a lot, and I know there isn’t much money to spend.”
“Why? Doesn’t the school make money?” asked Dick.
“Oh, yes, but not very much; does it, Harry?”
“Sometimes it doesn’t make anything; it loses,” replied Harry cheerfully. “Then I wear my old dresses in the summer, and we stay here at Ferry Hill; only sometimes I have to go and visit Aunt Harriet Beverly, which is much worse than staying at home.”