I can't see why Neil likes him so well; I suppose it's because he's so different.

Maybe he's a better sort when you know him real well." After practise was ended and the riotous half-hour in the locker-house was over, Neil found himself walking back to the campus with Sydney and Paul.

Paul entertained a half-contemptuous liking for Sydney.

To Neil he called him "the crip," but when in Sydney's presence was careful never to say anything to wound the boy's feelings--an act of consideration rather remarkable for Paul, who, while really kind at heart, was oftentimes careless about the sensibilities of others.

This afternoon Paul was evidently downcast, too downcast to be even cross.
"Well, I guess it's all up with me," he said as they passed through the gate and started down Williams Street toward college.