“Ah, but sure it’s a shame to put that one down cellar,” objected the janitor. “It’ll get all mildew.”
“It won’t be there long,” remarked Frank significantly, and when he came back, after having helped dispose of the new davenport, he carried a hammer and some tacks. He went to a desk and scribbled something on a sheet of paper.
Then he went out in the hall, and, presently his friends heard a gentle tapping on the door.
“What’s Frank up to now?” asked Tom. “Another surprise?”
Sid swung wide the portal, and disclosed the Big Californian in the act of affixing a notice to the panels.
“What is it?” asked Phil.
“Read,” invited Frank.
And they read this:
AUCTION SALE
The undersigned will dispose of, at auction in the gymnasium to-morrow afternoon, one brand new davenport, upholstered in green plush. Same has never been used, but the present owners desire to dispose of it. It will be sold, without reservation, to the highest bidder.