“Mm, that depends. Twelve dollars will do it, I guess.”
“Buy them in the village?”
“I think so. Yes, Tad told me I could get most everything here. I forget what the name of the shop was.”
“Porgan’s, I guess.”
“Or Humpernickle’s,” suggested Rodney with a grin.
“Don’t know that. Think I’ve seen footballs and such things in Porgan’s. Where’s Humpernickle’s?”
“Search me,” laughed Rodney, “but I’ll bet there’s a place of that name here somewhere. When you going to start, Kittson?”
“Me? Oh, tomorrow, I guess. What do you do? Any—er—formalities?”
“N-no, just—just go over to the field dressed for play and tell—” Rodney’s grin wouldn’t be suppressed any longer—“tell Mr. Cotting you want to try for the team.”
“I see. All right. Much obliged. Mind going down to Porgan’s after school and helping me buy things?”