“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to go with us, Tommy,” said his mother. “Come now, help me. You’ll like it in Riverdale, I’m sure, and you’ll soon get used to the new school. I dare say you’ll find just as nice boys there as there are here, and you can start a baseball nine there. Come now, get on your old clothes, and you can wrap newspapers around these pictures, but don’t break the glass.”
“Oh, dear! I don’t want to move!” exclaimed Tommy, but there was no help for it.
His sister Nellie came in a little later.
“Pooh! Now I know the secret!” exclaimed Tommy.
“Well, I knew it first,” said the girl, who was two years younger than her brother, but who sometimes acted as if she thought she was older.
“You’ve got to help ma,” went on Tommy. “I wonder what it’s like in Riverdale?”
“It’s nice there. Grace Reynolds has a cousin who lives in Riverdale, and she’s going to be my friend, and sometimes Grace is coming to see us.”
“I hope there are lots of fellows there,” said Tommy. “I want to play ball.”
“That’s all you think of,” retorted Nellie.
“Children, aren’t you coming down to help?” called Mrs. Tiptop from the foot of the stairs, for brother and sister were in their rooms, changing their clothes, and calling to one another through the walls.