“Where would the ‘B. B.’ come in on that?” asked Jinks.
“Would you divide it like ‘Bo-Bolink’?” asked Meredith.
“Sure not! Just plain ‘Bobolink Boys’ to offset the Blue Bird Girls,” answered Jim, as he rose to go on toward the barns.
“Hurrah, Jim! I think you’re a life-saver,” cried Ned.
“Three cheers for the god-father of the Bobolink Boys!” shouted Jinks, while the others cheered Jim.
“There’s Don and another little chap—try the name on them and see what they say,” suggested Jim, pointing toward the front driveway where two boys of about ten years could be seen.
“That’s right. We’ll see what they think of it all,” returned Meredith, rising to whistle through his fingers to attract the boys’ attention.
Immediately upon hearing the shrill call from his brother, Don turned in the direction of the apple orchard. As the two lads ran up, Ned constituted himself chief counsel.
“Don, how old are you?” was the first question.
“Nine, goin’ on ten. Why?” answered Don.