But the boy bather shook his head.
‘No, I play baseball,’ said he.
And he tossed the ball he held back into the man’s boat.
‘I guess I can sell the balls to you,’ agreed the man, looking more cheerful at once. ‘I am glad to make a sale anywhere.’
When Sally and Alice and Andy heard this, they prepared at once to go home.
‘Let us put our balls into our pails,’ said Sally, ‘and bounce them when we get home.’
So each ball was popped into a pail. They fitted nicely except that they rose high over the top, round and plump and gay.
‘My pail is so full I am glad I left my shovel at home to-day,’ said Sally, admiring the effect of her new red ball in her bright green pail.
‘Perhaps people will think we are carrying home fish,’ suggested Andy, swinging his pail so hard it was well that his ball was a tight fit.
‘Perhaps they will think it is a whale,’ said Alice hopefully. ‘I would love to surprise Miss Neppy and my mother with a whale.’