"Athletics
don't do a fellow any good after he leaves college. I'm going
into business this fall. Have you ever been to California?" Miss
Blake admitted that she had never been so far, and Fresno
launched himself upon a glowing description of his native State;
but before he could shape the conversation to a point where his
hearer might perchance express a desire to see its wonders, Still
Bill Stover thrust his head cautiously through the door to the
bunk-house, and allowed an admiring eye to rove over the
transformation.
"Looks like a bazaar!" he exclaimed. "What's the idea?"
"Trainin'-quarters," said Glass.
"Mr. Speed goin' to _live_ here?" inquired the foreman,
bringing the remainder of his lanky body into view.
"No, indeed," Jean corrected, "he will merely use this room to
train in."
"How do you train in a room?" Stover asked her.
"Why, you--just train, I suppose." Miss Chapin turned to Glass.
"How does a person train in a room?"
"Why, he--just trains, that's all. A guy can't train without
trainin'-quarters, can he?"
"We thought it would make a nice gymnasium," offered Miss Blake.
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