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 and who had been buffeted and pushed and squeezed and jammed, and who was more tired than if he had put in a hard two hours of football practice, discovered to his joy and relief that they had just time to reach the station to get the train home, and literally dragged the girls from the store they were in. But before they could reach the car-line the brilliant windows of a famous confectioner sprang into view and May squealed with delight and refused to go home until she had had an ice-cream soda. After that it was a close shave, but they eventually reached the train before it pulled out and, thoroughly breathless and tired, sank into their seats and viewed each other in triumph.

"I've had the loveliest time," announced Louise exultantly, "and I'm simply tired—to—death!"

"Tired!" grumbled Morris. "Don't talk to me about being tired! I'm one big ache from head to toes, and my feet feel as if they'd been pounded by a spile-driver! I don't mind buying things, but when it comes to shopping—excuse me!"

And the odd part of it was that Morris's tiredness stayed with him all the next day, and when, at practice, he tried to kick some goals in the course of his half-hour instruction of the candidates under his