“Say, I wish we were moving,” added Dan Danforth. “Want any help, Tommy?” he asked, hopefully, thinking this would be an excuse for him to stay away from school.
“Now, you boys run along,” advised one of the moving men, “or you might get stepped on,” and once more he looked at his big feet, raising one after the other slowly, as if to make sure he had not left any of them in the van by mistake.
“Say, it’s too bad you’re going to move away, Tommy,” spoke Dan. “Just when the baseball season is starting, too.”
“Oh, I’m going to organize a nine in Riverdale,” said Tommy, as if he had organized ball teams all his life.
“You are?” cried Patsie.
“Sure!”
“Then maybe we’ll get up a team and play you,” went on Dan. “It isn’t far to Riverdale.”
“I wish you would,” said Tommy. “It will be great sport. Say, now I’ve got to help carry out some more chairs. Good-by, fellows, if I don’t see you again.”
They all called good-by to Tommy and hurried on to school, looking back regretfully.
At last all the things in the house had been packed in the vans and the men were ready to drive off with them.