“And there’s no danger of him getting stepped on up there, either,” went on the man with the big feet, who seemed to worry about treading on someone.
“Now for some fun!” cried Tommy as he caught up his ball and bat, which he had refused to allow to be packed with the other things. “I’ll see you in Riverdale!” he called to his mother, father and sister, as the head driver helped him up to the high seat.
And then, holding his ball and bat firmly in his arms, Tommy waved his hands to those down below. The drivers called to their horses, the vans rumbled on, and Mr. and Mrs. Tiptop gave one last look toward the house that had been their home for so many years. Then they started for the trolley that was to take them to Riverdale.
“Do you play ball?” asked the head driver of Tommy, on the seat beside him.
“Yes, and I’m going to organize a nine in Riverdale.”
“Good! I’ll come to see you play. I used to like the game myself,” and the man cracked his whip in the air.
So Tommy Tiptop moved away from Millton, and as he thought of the new home to which he was going he wondered whether he would have a good time there, and whether the boys would like baseball as much as he did.
CHAPTER III
TOMMY HAS AN ACCIDENT
“Now, be careful of yourself, Tommy,” his mother stopped to call to him as he sat on the high seat of the moving van. “Don’t fall off, and don’t stop on the road. We’ll be there ahead of you, and I’ll try and have something ready to eat.”
“All right, mother,” replied Tommy, feeling that he was quite an important young man now. “I’ll be careful.”