She gets her fresh sweet butter from Mrs.Sadler, and their horse is sick, so they don't deliver it nowadays.

Look for you inside of half an hour, Thad." "I'll be along, never fear," sang out his chum, as he hurried off, doubtless smelling in imagination the fine warm lunch his devoted mother always kept for him on the back of the stove.
Thad was at the back door of the Morgan house inside of the stipulated time, and being perfectly at home there he never bothered knocking, but stalked right in, to find Hugh doing something in his own room.
Like most high-school boys' "dens," this apartment was a regular curiosity shop, for the walls were fairly covered with college pennants, and all manner of things connected with athletic sports, as well as pictures that indicated a love for fishing and gunning on the part of the young occupant; but every illustration was well chosen, and free from the slightest taint of anything bordering on the vulgar or the sensational.

There was not a single picture of a notorious or famous boxer; or any theatrical beauties, to be seen.

Evidently Hugh's fancy ran along the lines of clean sport, and healthy outdoor exercise.
So the two chums started off for a walk, their pace a brisk one, because the air after that recent spell of rain was quite cool and invigorating, Indeed, once Thad even deplored the fact that Mr.
Leonard had thought it best to call off practice for that afternoon.
"Well," remarked Hugh on hearing him say that, "Mr.Leonard was of the opinion we were rather overdoing the matter, and might go stale.
He told me so, and said that in his experience he had known more than a few teams to overdo things, and lose their best gait in too much work.

He says one more test ought to put the proper fighting spirit in us, and that he feels confident we'll be keyed up to top-notch speed by tomorrow night.