“Then we won’t ask him to join our nine,” said Tommy. “Say, can’t you fellows come down to my house?”
“Where do you live?” asked Billie.
“I don’t know the name of the street, but it’s a big yellow house, and there’s a yard in front. There’s a drug store on the corner.”
“Oh, that’s Wickerham Street,” said Teddy. “I know the house you mean.”
“Yes, the Perkins family used to live there,” went on Billie. “But I can’t come now. I have to go home first.”
“So do I,” added his companion.
“Well, come over when you can,” invited Tommy, “and we’ll talk about baseball.”
The boys promised, and Tommy hastened home to get a ball and practice with his new bat. The things were nearly all moved into the house by now, and Tommy thought to help by carrying in a few small articles left on the sidewalk. The movers were preparing to leave.
“There he is again!” exclaimed the man with the big feet. “Say, youngster, would you mind keeping out of my way?” he asked, pleasantly.
“Don’t you want me to help?” inquired Tommy.