West leaped off the bed--there is a rule at Hillton forbidding occupying beds save for sleep--and upset Joel's tea.
Professor Wheeler smiled as he said: "West, you're rather an uneasy fellow to have in a sick-room.

Get something and dry that off the floor there, please .-- Well, March, I understand you got there in the nick of time to-day.

Mr.Remsen says you saved us from defeat." "Indeed he did, professor; no one else save Blair could have done it to-day.

That goal from the twenty-five-yard line was as pretty a performance as I've ever seen .-- How are you feeling, lad ?" "All right," answered Joel.

"I've got a bit of a headache, but I'll be better in the morning." "Your appetite doesn't seem to have failed you," said the principal.
"No, sir, I was terribly hungry." "That's a good sign, they say .-- West, you may take your seat again." The professor and Stephen Remsen occupied the two chairs, and West without hesitation sat down again on the bed.
"March, I have learned the truth of that affair.