On the Friday before the great day, as the decorations were blossoming out on the houses, and in recitations the game was crowding the lesson matter hard for possession of the minds of the pupils, Poole and Owen were hailed from across the street by Wally.
"Hello, Wally," called Poole, "come over here!"
The boy hastened across.
"Could you get us the seats?" asked Wally.
"Only two," said Poole, "and you'll have to let your father and sister have those."
Wally's countenance fell.
"But as you helped me out of a scrape once, I'm going to pay you back. I'm going to let you have a seat on the players' bench."
"On the players' bench!" cried the delighted lad. "Great Scott! do you mean it?"
Poole laughed and nodded.