Whether it's right or wrong, I'm going to play like a fool until they get tired of jumping on me and just yank me out in sheer disgust.
"Simson's got his eagle eye on me, the old ferret! And he will have me on the hospital list to-morrow, I'll bet a dollar.

He'll say I've gone 'fine' and tell me to get plenty of sleep and stay outdoors.

And the doctor will give me a lot of nasty medicine.

Well, it's all in the bargain.

I'd like to have played in Saturday's game, though; but Paul has set his heart on it, and if he doesn't make the team he'll have seven fits.