human
Come ahead, Dick; you catch for me until I warm up, will you? he said, and Dick ran to the requisite distance and donned a catcher's mitt that he had brought along for the purpose. Bert pitched him a few easy balls, and then began to work up a little speed. As he shot them to Dick with ever-increasing pace, Mr. Bennett's face lighted up with interest, and finally he said,
gpt
Say, just let me try catching a few, will you, Trent? It's a long time since I've had a catcher's mitt on, but I'd like to take a try at it just for the fun of the thing.
human
Certainly, responded Dick, promptly, and handed his glove to Mr. Bennett. The latter donned it quickly, and punched it a few resounding blows to
gpt
human
All right, my boy, he said, when the glove was prepared to his satisfaction.
gpt
Shoot 'em over, and don't be afraid to put some speed into 'em. You can't send them too fast to suit me.
human
Come on, young man, put some whiskers on the ball. That wasn't the best you could do, was it?
gpt
Ouch! he exclaimed,
human
That's one on you, dad, he crowed;
gpt
Fadeaway, you say, grunted his father.
human
There never was a pitcher yet that could pitch a ball that I couldn't even touch. Give me a sample of this wonderful ball, Wilson.
gpt
All right, sir, said Bert, and grinned. He wound up in the old familiar way that the boys knew so well, and shot over a ball that Mr. Bennett figured was a