“Anyway we can do a whole lot of practicing indoors,” said Bobby. “The gymnasium is good and warm and we can rig up some kind of a cage for pitching and catching.”
“Just as they do in colleges,” said Sparrow proudly. “I tell you, fellows, we’re some class!”
“I’ll bet the town papers’ll put in reports of the games,” said Fred, who already in imagination saw his name in print.
“Sure they will,” agreed Skeets. “They’ll be glad of a chance to fill up space.”
This was not very flattering, and Fred, who saw fame coming his way with giant strides, rather resented it.
“They won’t do it only for that reason,” he said indignantly. “I bet there’ll be some dandy games played and lots of people in the towns will come out to see them.”
“Maybe, especially as they won’t have to pay to get in,” retorted Skeets, who was not averse at times to stirring Fred up just for the fun of seeing him roiled.
“Well, we can always count on big crowds when Rockledge and Belden play anyway,” put in Bobby, before Fred had a chance to throw back at Skeets.
“We ought to get some kind of monogram sewed on our uniforms or caps to show the name of the league,” said Sparrow, who was quite as alive as Fred was to the new dignity that was coming to them.
“The letters M. L. L. would look nifty, sure enough,” agreed Bobby.