shaking, and then the students were asked a hundred and one questions about their studies, games, and school life generally.
"It is too bad you are not to pitch, Dave," said his sister, when they were alone. "Why don't you get Phil to give you the place back?"
"Because it wouldn't be fair, Laura. Purdy has as much right to pitch as I have."
"But you are the better pitcher—Roger says so—and I heard so from Ben Basswood,—through a letter he wrote to his sister."
"Well, maybe I'll get a chance to pitch a few innings—if Purdy breaks down. But I trust he doesn't break down—it's hard luck for any pitcher to do that."
There was a pause, and Laura pulled her brother further into a corner, away from the others.
"I want to speak to you about something," she continued in a low tone. "Do you know that Jessie got an awful letter about you?"
"A letter? Who from?"
"I don't know. It came from Oakdale and was signed A Friend. It said you were leading a fast life here—drinking and smoking and gambling."
"It's false, Laura—I don't do any of those things."
"I know that."
"Did Jessie believe what the letter said?"
