ejaculated, "I clean forgot about football till this afternoon. You bet I want to try for the team. I told Chester Trask in Cleveland last Spring that that was one of the principal reasons I wanted to come here. Do you suppose it's too late now?"
Peggy considered. "They've been practicing two weeks now. But it's never too late for a good man."
"I'll report to-morrow afternoon," Harold promised.
"I certainly hope you will," Peggy replied rather primly, implying that her favor somehow hinged upon his keeping this promise. "You'll get a lot more satisfaction out of trying to play football and doing well at your studies than you will running around with' cheap sports like Dan Sheldon and 'Pudge' Garrity."
Harold's feelings were a little ruffled, "Why, they're fine fellows," he maintained. "They've shown me a lot of the ropes around here."
"Look out that they don't hang you with one of them," Peggy said tartly and regretted it immediately afterward, catching a glimpse of his hurt face. But she left him without attempting to ease the force of her remark.
After having dinner at Freshman Commons, Harold walked slowly down University Street
