“Five dollars and fourteen cents,” announced Tommy, after adding up some figures on a piece of paper. “It would have been five-fifteen only for that plugged nickel.”
“Then we can all have uniforms!” exclaimed Frank Bonder, who was one of the lads who could not afford a suit. He had worked hard for the show, however, and had sold seventy-five cents’ worth of tickets.
“Sure we’ll have the uniforms,” decided Tommy. “It was great, and that moving-picture machine was best of all. We’re much obliged to you, Jakie.”
“Oh, that’s all right. I’m going to get some new views, and I’ll help you out next time you have a show.”
“That’s fine!” exclaimed the lads in a chorus, and Jakie felt his heart warmly glowing. It was nice, he thought, to have so many new friends.
CHAPTER XIV
TOMMY MEETS OLD FRIENDS
“Here’s a letter for you, Tommy!” said his mother one Saturday morning, when the postman had stopped on his usual round.
“For me?” exclaimed her son. “Is it from Freeport?”
“No, it’s from where we used to live. Why, were you expecting a letter from Freeport?”
“Yes, we challenged the Ramblers from there to another game, and they haven’t answered it. But I wonder who is writing to me from Millton?”