raise his eyes above the top of the book and saw on a chair a baseball mask and a catcher’s glove.  They should n’t have lost that game last Saturday, he thought, and they would n’t have, either, if it had n’t been for Fred. He wished Fred would n’t fumble so.  He could hold a hundred difficult balls in succession, but when a critical point came, he ’d let go of even a dewdrop.  He ’d have to send him out in the field and bring in Jones to first base.  Only Jones was so excitable.  He could hold any kind of a ball, no matter how critical the play was, but there was no telling what he would do with the ball after he got it.

Joe came to himself with a start.  A pretty way of studying history!  He buried his head in his book and began: 

  Shortly after the Draconian reforms—­

He read the sentence through three times, and then recollected that he had not looked up the Draconian reforms.

A knock came at the door.  He turned the pages over with a noisy flutter, but made no answer.

The knock was repeated, and Bessie’s “Joe, dear” came to his ears.

“What do you want?” he demanded.  But before she could answer he hurried on:  “No admittance.  I ’m busy.”

“I came to see if I could help you,” she pleaded.  “I ’m all done, and I thought—­”

“Of course you ’re all done!” he shouted.  “You always are!”

He held his head in both his hands to keep his eyes on the book.  But the baseball mask bothered him.  The more he attempted to keep his mind on the history the more in his mind’s eye he saw the mask resting on the chair and all the games in which it had played its part.

This would never do.  He deliberately placed the book face downward on the desk and walked over to the chair.  With a swift sweep he sent both mask and glove hurtling under the bed, and so violently that he heard the mask rebound from the wall.

  Shortly after the Draconian reforms, a war
  broke out between Athens and Megara—­

The mask had rolled back from the wall.  He wondered if it had rolled back far enough for him to see it.  No, he would n’t look.  What did it matter if it had rolled out?  That was n’t history.  He wondered—­

He peered over the top of the book, and there was the mask peeping out at him from under the edge of the bed.  This was not to be borne.  There was no use attempting to study while that mask was around.  He went over and fished it out, crossed the room to the closet, and tossed it inside, then locked the door.  That was settled, thank goodness!  Now he could do some work.

He sat down again.

Shortly after the Draconian reforms, a war broke out between Athens and Megara respecting the island of Salamis, to which, both cities laid claim.

Which was all very well, if he had only found out what the Draconian reforms were.  A soft glow pervaded the room, and he suddenly became aware of it.  What could cause it?  He looked out of the window.  The setting sun was slanting its long rays against low-hanging masses of summer clouds, turning them to warm scarlet and rosy red; and it was from them that the red light, mellow and glowing, was flung earthward.