“N-no, we’ll have to find a name. The Clearfield—what, Dickums?”
“Rovers?”
“Sounds like a troupe of trained dogs,” laughed Gordon. “We might call ourselves the Purple Sox, only it’s sort of hard to say.”
“Shorten it,” suggested Dick. “Call yourselves the ‘Purps.’”
“That’s worse than the Rovers! Why not just the Clearfield Ball Club?”
“Why not? That’s settled. Now you want a manager——”
“Got one.”
“You have? Who?”
“You.”
“Me!”