"I wouldn't care if I thought I was making any progress," he wailed, "but each day it gets worse.

To-day I couldn't seem to do a start right, and as for tackling that old dummy, why--" "Well, you did as well as the other chaps, didn't you ?" asked Outfield.
"I suppose so.

He gave it to us all impartially." "Well, there you are.

He can't tell you you're the finest young tacklers that ever happened, because you'd all get swelled craniums and not do another lick of work.

I know the sort of fellow he is.