“I’ve just had a cancellation,” Mr. Garland told them. “Randy, you can make that trip after all, if you want to.”
“Do I?” Randy burst out, his face beaming. He fumbled around in his pocket for the check his father had given him. Then he pulled out the rumpled slip of paper.
The instructor smoothed it out and wrote Randy’s name on the list. The children left the room and walked happily down the hall.
“That was a swell thing you did, Randy,” Jill said, “giving up your place to one of us. I’m so glad that you really can go!”
“Please don’t bring Yank back.”
“I’m glad too,” Randy admitted. “After all we talked about last night, I sure wanted to go badly!”
Yank hopped around excitedly as he saw his friends coming up to release him.
“You’ll never see this place again, Yank,” Ted said to him sternly, as he untied him. “I guess you’re just not cut out to be a school pupil.”
For this remark, Ted got a juicy lick on the side of his helmet.