"Want to play jacks?"
John shook his head. "Going over to the park baseball diamond with the 'Tigers.' We're going to play the 'Jeffersons,' this afternoon."
"But your paper route?"
He laughed joyously. "Sold it to the newspaper man. He gave me three dollars and twenty-five cents for the customers."
"Oh!" There was a pause.
"Like my baseball suit?" he asked.
She gazed at the flaming horror and nodded enthusiastically.
"You ought to see me run that team!"
"You?" she exclaimed. "Why, I thought Sid was captain."
"He was," with zestful emphasis on the verb. "But I bought nine baseball dollar uniforms and a lot of gloves and two bats, and a real league ball out of my money, so the kids fired Sid and elected me. He isn't even on the team any more."