“Yes; or we could have it summer visitors against town fellows. How would that do?”
Toby reflected. “I’d rather play on the team with you, Arn,” he said at last.
“So would I with you, Toby, but it would be more interesting the other way, wouldn’t it? Where do you play?”
“Me? Oh, most anywhere. I played third base this spring, and last year I played center field part of the time, and part of the time I caught. I’m what you call an all-round player, a sort of general utility man!”
“Fine! I played first on my class team this spring. Let’s do it, eh? Where could we play?”
“I guess we could use the school most any day except Saturday. Does Frank play?”
“Yes, he’s a pretty good pitcher. I guess I’d ask him to pitch for us. Who would you get?”
“Tim Chrystal, probably. He’s about the best we have. I don’t know, though, if he’d have time. He works for his father, you see. When would we play?”
“Today’s Wednesday, isn’t it? How about Saturday?”