make it a little more graceful, abruptly sat down. The boys clapped him and laughed at him while he swallowed ice-water and then mopped his forehead.
Mr. Eldredge rose again, and Harry, with premonition gripping his throat, began moistening his lips.
"Mr. Windsor has told us how the game was won," said Mr. Eldredge, "but I don't believe he has told us the whole story. There's a good deal that goes into the winning which never appears on the surface. It's true in football as in most other things that 'they also serve who only stand and wait,' and I will ask Mr. Harry Harding—who did not wait in vain—to speak on behalf of the substitutes."
Harry rose, beaming happily. Mr. Eldredge had given him just the opening for his speech.
"Mr. Toastmaster," he said, "I have a quotation, too, for my subject:—
Wait, wait, wait,
On the cold, gray side line we!
And each tender sub asks his anxious heart,
'Will they never call for me?'"
