He drew out his baseball uniform, tastily reposing in a big pasteboard box just as he had brought it from the tailor that morning.
"I've been thinking maybe I could strike a deal with some one to take this off my hands," he added.
"Eh!" ejaculated Ned, in a bewildered way.
"Yes, you see it's brand-new, whole outfit complete, haven't even put it on yet."
"You'll look nobby in it when you do have it on!"
Ralph said nothing on this score, compressing his lips a trifle.
"It cost me eight dollars," he continued, after a moment's silence.
"Yes, I know that's the regular price."
"It fits you, or, with very slight alteration, can be made to. I wish you'd try it on, Ned, and give me five dollars for it."
"Why, I don't understand, Ralph?" faltered Ned, completely puzzled.