“This is April, though,” replied Dick, “and everyone knows April!”
“Oh, we’ll have more showers, but once the field gets dried out decently they don’t matter. I suppose it’ll be pretty squishy out there to-day. What we ought to do, Dick, is have the whole field rolled right now while it’s still soft. It’s awfully rough in right field, and even the infield isn’t what you’d call a billiard table.”
“Wish we could, Lanny. But I guess if we get the base paths fixed up we’ll get all that’s coming to us this spring. Too bad we haven’t a little money on hand.”
“Oh, I know we can’t look to the Athletic Association for much. I was only wondering if we couldn’t get it done somehow ourselves. If we knew someone who had a steam roller we might borrow it!”
“The town has a couple,” laughed Dick, “but I’m afraid they wouldn’t loan them.”
“Why not? Say, that’s an idea, Dick! Who do you borrow town property from, anyway? The Mayor?”
“Street Department, I guess. Tell Way to go and see them, why don’t you?”
“Way” was Curtis Wayland, manager of the baseball team. Lanny smiled. “Joking aside,” he said, “they might do it, mightn’t they? Don’t they ever loan things?”
“Maybe, but you’d have to have the engineer or chauffeur or whatever they call him to run it for you, and that would be a difficulty.”
“Pshaw, anyone could run a steam roller! You could, anyway.”