Never seen her?
No?
Well, you ought to see her some day and think of me." Hazel turned a disgusted shoulder on Sam's impudent face and engaged Larry in vivacious conversation.
"Well, I am off to the ball practice," said Tom.

"Got a match on Saturday--High School against the world.

Guess they would like to have you, Sam, only I wouldn't care to have you play against us.

You don't play baseball, eh ?" continued Tom, addressing Larry.

"What do you play--football ?" "Not much; never tried much," said Larry, flushing over his lack of sporting qualifications.
"He plays the fiddle," said a quiet little voice.
Larry, flushing violently, turned around and saw a little, brown-faced maid gazing thoughtfully at him.
"Oh, he does, eh?
Ha, ha, ha.