“Sure; blue and yellow. It’s a funny combination, but some of the girls out at the Point have made some flags and they say they look mighty well.”
“Mr. Potter told me to-day,” remarked Dick, “that he’s hired four kids to sell flags at the field. He got Jordan and Fillmore to make up two hundred of them for him. He can certainly think of more things to do!”
“Those are probably the flags they have in their window,” suggested Lanny. “What are they like, Fudge?”
“J-J-Just like the High School flags, only they have just a C instead of C. H. S. on them. They’re s-s-swell!”
“You told us that before,” said Gordon. “I guess Potter will be stuck with about a hundred and fifty of his two hundred.”
“I don’t believe he will. Say, why didn’t we think of doing that, fellows? We might have made a lot of money.” And Lanny looked almost accusingly at Dick.
“I don’t see that we need any more money,” replied the manager. “We’ll have so much as it is that we’ll have to open a bank account. I’m scared to death to have it in the house.”
“How much have we got now?” asked Lanny.
“Over a hundred, and all bills paid. Did Gordie tell you my scheme for using it, Lanny?”
“Yes,” was the unenthusiastic reply. “But I don’t believe——”