Chapter 2

Finny and I missed dinner last night. Mr. Prud'homme had noticed it, and he came by our door to check on us. "He was broad-shouldered, grave, and he wore a gray business suit. He did not have the careless, almost British look of most of the Devon Masters, because he was a substitute for the summer." (14) Finny did the talking for us. He had explained to Mr. Prud'homme that we had been swimming in the river for a while, then we heard there was a wrestling match, so we had to go see it of course, and we saw a beautiful sunset that nobody could resist, and a bunch of other stuff that he countinued to rant about! Mr. Prud'homme tried to stay strict, but Finny is just too good with words! Then he finally said that we had to jump out of the tree...what was he thinking??? Jumping from it is forbidden! We could have gotten in so much trouble! He argued, "What if they  lower the draft age to seventeen?", and then Mr. Prud'homme laughed, and that was the end to it...Gene got us out of another sticky situation by just talking...I wonder how he does it...