He spread his books on the table, resolved to do a half-hour’s stuffing
before supper
He spread his books on the table, resolved to do a half-hour’s stuffing
before supper. But his thoughts wandered far from lessons. The scrap in
the corridor, Penny’s unexpected ferocity, the afternoon’s practice, the
folks at home, all these subjects and many others engaged his mind.
Beyond the wall on one side Penny was scraping busily on his violin. In
the pauses between exercises Clint could hear Harmon Dreer moving about
behind the locked door that separated Numbers 14 and 15. Then the door
from the well swung open, footsteps crossed the hall and Amy appeared,
racket in hand. After that there was no more chance of study, for Clint
had to tell of the fracas between Penny and Dreer while Amy, stretched
in the Morris chair, listened interestedly. When Clint ended Amy
whistled softly and expressively.