For a few years, my boy, you may want for the pelf,
But later in life you will earn it yourself.
And as the years fly, you’ll get richer and richer,
For you’re destined to be a professional pitcher.
They all laughed at this, for Lollie’s love of baseball was well known.
“Another blank, Clayton, and hold it closer to the Fire Spirit. He is old and he can’t see very well.”
“But I don’t want to burn my fingers, Dad.”
“True that would be a pity. And you’re already red-faced from the blaze. Well, try the tongs. It may be more comfortable.”
So Clayton took a slip of blank paper, and fastened it securely in the tongs’ grip and held it out to the Fire Spirit in the flames. He began to write at once, and in a moment the name Bernice Forbes stood out clearly.
Mr. Rawlins read the paper he was holding: