Great Teams and the people who love them

“That’s all right, then,” laughed Clint. “I don’t drink tea.”

“I know the feeling,” observed Amy. “Once when I was playing a chap
jumped on me when I was down and dug his knee into my chest till I
thought he’d caved me in. I was so mad I tried to bite his ankle!”

smile on his thin face, his eyes held a dangerous sparkle
Penny had so far said nothing, but, although there was a gravely amused
smile on his thin face, his eyes held a dangerous sparkle.

He had never been enthusiastic about going North to school. It had been
his mother’s idea. Mr. Thayer was willing that Clint should prepare for
college in his native state, but Clint’s mother had other ideas. Mr.
Thayer had graduated from Princeton and it had long been settled that
Clint was to be educated there too; and Clint’s mother insisted that
since he was to attend a Northern college it would be better for him to
go to a Northern preparatory school. Clint himself had not felt strongly
enough about it to object. Several of his chums had gone or were going
to Virginia Military College; and Clint would have liked to go there
too, although the military feature didn’t especially appeal to him.
Brimfield Academy, at Brimfield, New York, had finally been selected,
principally because a cousin of Clint’s on his father’s side had once
attended the school. The fact that the cousin in question had never
amounted to much and was now clerking in a shoe store in Norfolk was not
held against the school.

the window
“All right, Mike!” The proprietor’s pink face showed for an instant at
the window. The newcomer opened a morning paper with a loud rustling,
beating the sheets into place with the flat of a huge hand. “You fellows
hear about the burglary?” he asked.

“Music!” Clint listened incredulously. From the next room, by way of
opened windows and transoms, came the most lugubrious wails he thought
he had ever listened to. “It–it’s a fiddle, isn’t it?” he demanded.

Amy chuckled. “Bet they would, too! Where’s my dear old German
dictionary?”

“I don’t see what you’re doing this for,” he half whimpered. “I haven’t
done anything to you.”