It was very disagreeable to Godfrey to hear Andy praised.

He was rather proud of his ball-playing, and he saw that Andy was altogether his superior, at any rate in the opinion of the boys.
However, he ingeniously contrived to mingle a compliment with a sneer.
"You're more used to baseball than to books," he said.
"True for you," said Andy.
"You're a head taller than any of the boys in your class." "I know that," said Andy.

"I haven't been to school as much as you." "I should be ashamed if I didn't know more." "So you ought," said Andy, "for you've been to school all your life.

I hope to know more soon." "Anyway, you can play ball," said Charlie Fleming.
"I'd rather be a good scholar." "I'll help you, if you want any help." "Thank you, Charlie." They had now entered the schoolroom, and Andy took up his book and studied hard.

He was determined to rise to a higher class as soon as possible, for it was not agreeable to him to reflect that he was the oldest and largest boy in his present class.
"Very well," said the teacher, when his recitation was over.