“Great!” exclaimed Alf.
“Go ahead, dad!” said Gerald eagerly. “A great big one!”
“Oh, I don’t think it’s necessary to have it very big, is it, Alf? Suppose I offer a cup to be played for for three years, the team winning twice to take permanent possession. Would that be a good plan?”
“Yes, sir, it would be a dandy idea,” answered Alf with enthusiasm. “The team that won it this year could keep it until next. It would be mighty nice of you, sir.”
“All right, I’ll attend to it when I get to town. I’ll have the silversmith make a sketch and send it down for you to pass on. I suppose he will have some ideas on the subject.”
“How big would it be, sir?” asked Gerald.
“Oh, I’ll leave that to you boys. What do you say, Alf?”
“I should think about eight inches high, sir; a sort of a loving-cup effect.”
“They might work in some crossed hockey sticks,” Dan suggested, “and the Yardley and Broadwood flags.”