“They might,” said Dick, “but it’s best not to take chances. Two hundred at ten cents will be better than a hundred at fifteen, Gordie.”
“Bet you the North Siders will lick us,” chuckled Gordon. “The Scrubs haven’t found themselves yet.”
“They will have by a week from Saturday,” replied Lanny. “We’re beginning scrimmaging to-morrow with them.”
“I shall begin to save up my money,” said Nell gravely. “I’ve just got to see it! Will anyone contribute a penny, please?”
All the boys donated, and Nell, jingling four pennies in her hands, pretended to be overcome with delight.
“There’s a fellow named Tanner,” said Lanny, “who has a printing press and does pretty good work with it. I’ll see him and ask him to do some notices for us that we can put around in the store windows. I guess he will be willing to do them for nothing under the circumstances.”
“I know him,” said Gordon. “He’s a particular crony of Fudge’s. Take Fudge along with you.”
“Then I don’t see but that we’re all right,” said Louise. “And we needn’t meet again until after we’ve been to New York. I do hope you will like what we pick out.”
“We’re sure to,” replied Dick. “The main thing, though, is for Mr. Grayson to like them!”
“That reminds me,” announced Morris, “that there will be a charge for carting the stuff from the freight-house to the school. I dare say Stewart will do it for a dollar and a half.”