“Well, he will have his name first on the cup,” said Small. “That ought to be worth something.”
“Will this man who makes it put the names on?” Nan inquired. Bert shook his head.
“I suppose he would if we wanted him to, but I think we’d better have it done here. Besides, we don’t know yet whose name will come next to Kid’s. And we haven’t settled on—on the inscription.”
“We’ll do that now, then,” said Nan. “Who has a pencil?”
Only Small possessed such a thing and it was so dull that Nan had to gnaw the point of it before it would write. Much discussion ensued and it was some time before an inscription satisfactory to everyone had been evolved. The final draft read as follows:
JUNIOR FOUR BASEBALL TROPHY
PRESENTED TO MOUNT PLEASANT ACADEMY TO BE
CONTESTED FOR BY HOUSE AND DAY TEAMS
THE GIFT OF—
“Then will come our names,” said Bert.
“You mean your names,” amended Nan sadly.
“Yours too,” replied Bert stoutly. “Don’t you say so, fellows?”