They're out of it. Look at them. Pulling every which way. That
ladder's too straight up and down. Twenty-seven and two-fifths.
What did I tell you? . . . What time does your train go? Well,
why don't you and your wife come take supper with us? Why didn't
you look us up noon-time? . . . I could have told you better than
that. (They went to the Ladies' Aid dinner.) Well, we shan't have
much, I expect, but we'll try and scrape up something more filling
than layer-cake. The idea of expecting to feed hungry people on
layer-cake! It's an imposition . . . . I didn't notice which
one it was. Doesn't matter any way. Only twenty-eight. Ah, here
are our boys. They've got blue silk running-breeches on. Well,
maybe it is sateen. Let the women folks alone for knowing sateen
from silk a mile off. How much a yard did you say it was? Notice
the way they start with their hands on the ground, just like the
pictures on the sporting page of the Sunday newspapers. Here they
come. Oh, I hope they'll win. That's Charley Rodehaver in front.
Run! Oh, why don't you run? Come on! Come on! Come on! Come
on! COME ON! COME ON! COME O - O-oh! See Dan skip up that
ladder! Go it, Dan! Go it, old boy! Hooray-ay! Hooray-ay, ay!
What's the time? Twenty-four! Twenty- four flat! BROKE THE
RECORD! Hooray-ay-ay! Where's Caledonia now? Where's Caledonia
now? Oh, I'm so glad our boys won.
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