“I’m glad this didn’t happen before the game, fellows, or I couldn’t have caught even a pop fly.”
“Ditto here,” agreed Tom. “Pass the macaroons, Sid. I see you and Miss Harrison trying to hide them between you.”
“No such a thing!” retorted the second baseman, while the blue-eyed girl blushed.
“Oh, Phil, I promised to get you the letter from home!” suddenly exclaimed Ruth. “I’ll run up to my room for it. Excuse me,” and she darted off, to return presently with two missives. “Here’s one for you, Mabel,” she said. “I found it on your dresser. It must have come in after the regular mail.”
“A letter for me,” repeated Miss Harrison in some bewilderment. “I didn’t expect any.”
“Unexpected ones are always the best,” ventured Sid, and when Tom whispered “Bravo,” at the attempt on the part of his chum to shine in the society of ladies, Sid muttered a threat to punch the captain when they got outside.
“Mother is well, and dad as busy as ever,” remarked Ruth as she handed her letter to her brother, and passed the other to Miss Harrison. The latter gazed curiously at the missive.
“I don’t know this writing,” she remarked. “I wonder who it can be from.”
“Better open it and see,” suggested Sid.