"She sent a note that she'd like to have me call this evening. What it's about I don't know."
"Then I can guess," offered Dave.
"What?"
"Mrs. Dexter was set on getting football uniforms for us. When the league dropped out at the bottom that spoiled her chance. Mrs. Dexter feels that she's under obligations, and so has sent for you in order to find what she can do in the place of buying uniforms."
"Do you think that's it?" questioned young Prescott, looking bothered.
"I'm sure of it."
"Then I wish I weren't going up there to-night."
"Have you got to?" asked Darrin.
"It would hardly look polite if I didn't go. But I'll tell you what, Dave."
"What?"