"Under such circumstances," smiled Prescott, "it might be well to think twice before giving the tip."
"I've thought about it seventeen times already," Dave asserted, gravely, "and you're my chum, anyway. So here goes. When we were in the department store, do you remember that the girls were looking over some worsteds, or yarns, or whatever you call the stuff?"
"Yes," Prescott nodded.
"Well, I couldn't quite help hearing Laura Bentley say to Belle that the yarn she picked up was just what she wanted for you."
"What on earth did that mean?" queried Dick, looking almost startled.
"It means that you're going to get a Christmas present from Laura,"
Dave answered.
"But I never had a present from a girl before!"
"Most anything is likely to happen," laughed Dave, "now that you're a sophomore—-and a reporter, too."
"Thank goodness I'm earning a little money now," murmured Dick, breathing a bit rapidly. "But, say, Dave!"
"Well?"