“Except the school,” said Jimmy smilingly.
“Sure, the school’s all right, but there aren’t any decent stores there. It’s a hole that way.”
“Where do your crowd buy your athletic supplies, then?”
“Oh, one of the druggists keeps a few things. Generally he sends away for them.”
“How long did it take you to get over here?” Jimmy asked.
“About twenty-five minutes, I guess. We came in an automobile with a man who lives there. It takes about forty minutes by the trolley.”
“Uh-huh,” responded Jimmy thoughtfully. “Don’t see why you fellows can’t do your shopping over here.”
“Well, it isn’t worth while, I guess. We manage to get most everything we want, one way or another.”
“Rackets like this one?” asked Jimmy, smiling.
The boy shook his head, smiling, too.