"I'll take the twenty cents and the slingshot. Bring 'em to me before you start."
And the lawn-mower moved on with just a little more noise and a little more speed than before.
CHAPTER X
HIS DAY
The handle of a slingshot protruded from Sube's hip-pocket, and money jingled as he walked a few minutes later when Gizzard Tobin, Biscuit Westfall and Stucky Richards swooped down on him as he humbly toiled. The new-comers had their tennis racquets, and Biscuit was resplendent in a new pair of white knickerbockers.
Sube fixed a disdainful glance on the snowy trousers, instantly recalling Nancy Guilford's partiality for such raiment, as he inquired, "What you all dolled up for?"
"Comp'ny," responded Biscuit cheerfully. "We got a missionary visitin' to our house. But say, see what I got!"
Sube raised his eyes to the speaker's hand and beheld a tennis ball with the unaccustomed advantage of a cover. "Where'd you get it?" he asked listlessly.
"Miss Carruthers give it to me. It's only 'bout a year or two old! Ain't it a peach! Hurry up and get the lawn done and then we'll have some doubles."