That's the first time I ever played it, and I guess it'll be the last.

I was all done up in sweaters and things until I couldn't do much more than move my arms and head.

It seemed that we were in 9 Grace Hall, only there was grass instead of floor, and it was all marked out like a gridiron.

And everybody was there, I guess; the President and the Dean, and you and Mr.Jones, and Mr.Preston and--and my mother.

It was awfully funny about my mother.
She kept sewing more sweaters on to me all the time, because, as she said, the more I had on the less likely I was to get hurt.