Bicycles darted in and out, their riders throwing words of salutation over their shoulders to friends by the way.

In the windows along the route was displayed the bravery of blue banners.

A window in a college hall was piled high with great comfortable-looking pillows, each bearing a great challenging Y in white ribbon or embroidery.

And overhead the sky arched a broad blue expanse from horizon to horizon.
In this manner on some fair morning, centuries ago, did all Greece wend its way to the Stadium and the Games of Olympia.
In the hotel the lunch was over and that terrible age between it and the arrival of the coaches was dragging its weary length along.

Joel and Blair were standing by the window talking in voices that tried to be calm, cool and indifferent, but which were neither.
"They're offering bets of ten to nine downstairs that Yates wins," remarked Blair with elaborate composure.
"Are they ?" responded Joel absent-mindedly, thinking the while of the signal for the second sequence.