Wouldn't you love to read what they say?
I'm going to get the papers as soon as the game's over." "Silly rot," mumbled Tom.

They were waiting for the throng ahead to get through the doorway.

When they followed Tom paused a moment in the hallway, his gaze following the striped legs of the Claflin players as they went up the stairs.

Steve tugged at his arm.
"Come on, slow-poke! What's the matter ?" "Nothing.

That is, I was just thinking how rotten those fellows will feel if they get beaten." "Maybe they won't," said Steve soberly.