"That doesn't look like slippers, Dave," murmured Dick, as he pulled away the cord that bound the package.
"I'll bet you're getting a duplicate of what came to me," Darrin answered.
"What was that?"
"I'm not going to tell you until I see yours."
Dick quickly had the wrapper off, unfolding something woolleny.
"That's it!" cried Dave, jubilantly. "I thought so. Mine was the same, except that Belle's name was ahead of Laura's on the card."
Dick felt almost dazed for an instant. Then a quick rush of color came to his face.
The object that he held was a bulky, substantial, woven "sweater." Across the front of it had been worked, in cross-stitch, the initials, "G.H.S."
"Gridley High School! Did you get one just like this, Dave?"
"Yes."