"Have you asked him?"
"No."
"Then you don't know he won't. Put it to him he owes it to Baxter and to Buttons, as his friend, to lend a hand."
"Don't believe he knows I'm playing left half," declared Buttons.
"Then tell him—and ask him to coach you."
"But how'll we get round the month we've hardly spoken to him?" inquired Soda.
"Forget it. Just go to Cotton-Top and talk to him as though nothing had happened. Then, Buttons, you and Grace get at Margie. It seems Fred thinks Alice is lonesome, and so he asked Margie to take her into our crowd, and, like a silly fool, Margie got on her high horse, instead of realizing Fred only suggested the idea out of kindness."
"By Jove! I have it!" cried Buttons. "Why not have an extra meeting of the supper club round at Fred's to-night?"
"Too much of a tax on Mrs. Markham," returned Sandow.
"We can get around that, by having the girls bring baskets and telling Mrs. Markham we only decided after school to have the meeting."