"The worsted slippers from the girls, I suppose."
To his surprise the boy found Dave Darrin sitting in the room, while, on a chair near by rested a rather bulky package.
After exchanging "Merry Christmas" greetings with Darrin, d.i.c.k turned to look at the package. To it was tied a card, which read:
"From Laura Bentley and Isabelle Meade, with kindest Christmas greetings."
"That doesn"t look like slippers, Dave," murmured d.i.c.k, as he pulled away the cord that bound the package.
"I"ll bet you"re getting a duplicate of what came to me," Darrin answered.
"What was that?"
"I"m not going to tell you until I see yours."
d.i.c.k quickly had the wrapper off, unfolding something woolleny.
"That"s it!" cried Dave, jubilantly. "I thought so. Mine was the same, except that Belle"s name was ahead of Laura"s on the card."
d.i.c.k felt almost dazed for an instant. Then a quick rush of color came to his face.
The object that he held was a bulky, substantial, woven "sweater."
Across the front of it had been worked, in cross-st.i.tch, the initials, "G.H.S."
"Gridley High School! Did you get one just like this, Dave?"
"Yes."
"But we can"t wear "em," muttered d.i.c.k. "The initials are allowed only to the students who have made some school team, or who have captured some major athletic event. We"ve never done either."
"That"s just the point of the gift, I reckon," beamed Darrin.
"Oh, I see," cried d.i.c.k. "These sweaters are our orders to go ahead and make the baseball nine."
"That"s just it," declared Dave.
"Well, it"s mighty fine of the girls," murmured d.i.c.k, gratefully.
"Are you---going to accept yours, Dave?"
"Accept?" retorted Dave. "Why, it would be rank not to."
"Of course," Prescott agreed.. "But you know what acceptance carries with it? Now, we"ve got to make the nine, whether or not. We pledge ourselves to that in accepting these fine gifts."
"Oh, that"s all right," nodded Dave, cheerily. "You"re going to make the team."
"If there"s any power in me to do it," declared d.i.c.k.
"And you"re going to drag me in after you. d.i.c.k, old fellow, we"ve absolutely as good as promised that we will make the nine."
d.i.c.k Prescott was now engaged in pulling the sweater over his head. This accomplished, he stood surveying himself in the gla.s.s.
"Gracious! But this is fine," gasped young Prescott. "And now, oh, Dave, but we"ve got to hustle! Think how disgusted the girls will be if we fail."
"We can"t fail, now," declared Dave earnestly. "The girls, and the sweaters themselves, are our mascots against failure."
"Good! That"s the right talk!" cheered Prescott, seizing his chum"s hand. "Yes, sir! We"ll make the nine or bury ourselves under a shipload of self-disgust!"
"Both of the girls must have a hand in each sweater," Dave went on, examining d.i.c.k"s closely. "I can"t see a shade of difference between yours and mine. But I"m afraid the other fellows in d.i.c.k & Co. will feel just a bit green with envy over our good luck."
"It"s a mighty fine gift," d.i.c.k went on, "yet I"m almost inclined to wish the girls hadn"t done it. It must have made a big inroad in their Christmas money."
"That"s so," nodded Darrin, thoughtfully. "But say, d.i.c.k! I"m thundering glad I got wind of this before it happened. Thank goodness we didn"t have to leave the girls out. Though we would have missed if it hadn"t been for you."
"I wonder how the girls like their gifts?" mused d.i.c.k.
It was sheer good luck that had enabled these youngsters to make a good showing. A new-style device for women, consisting of heater and tongs for curling the hair, was on the market this year.
Electric current was required for the heater, but both Laura and Belle had electric light service in their homes. This new-style device was one of the fads of this Christmas season. The retail price was eight dollars per outfit, and a good many had been sold before the holidays. The advertising agent for the manufacturing concern had been in town, and had presented "The Blade" with two of these devices. Despite the eight-dollar price, the devices cost only a small fraction of that amount to manufacture, so the advertising agent had not been extremely generous in leaving the pair.
"What on earth shall we do with them?" grunted Pollock, in d.i.c.k"s hearing. "We"re all bachelors here."
"Sell "em to me, if you don"t want "em," spoke up d.i.c.k, quickly.
"What"ll you take for "em? Make it low, to fit a schoolboy"s shallow purse."
"Hm! I"ll speak to the proprietor about it," replied Pollock, who presently brought back the word:
"As they"re for you, d.i.c.k, the proprietor says you can take the pair for two-fifty. And if you"re short of cash, I"ll take fifty cents a week out of your s.p.a.ce bill until the amount is paid."
"Fine and dandy!" uttered d.i.c.k, his eyes glowing.
"One"s for your mother," hinted Mr. Pollock teasingly. "_But who"s the girl_?"
"Two girls," d.i.c.k corrected him, unabashed. "My mother never uses hair-curlers."
"_Two girls_?" cried Mr. Pollock, looking aghast. "d.i.c.k! d.i.c.k!
You study history at the High School, don"t you?"
"Yes, sir; of course."
"Then don"t you know, my boy, how often _two girls_ have altered the fates of whole nations? Tremble and be wise!"
"I haven"t any girl," d.i.c.k retorted, sensibly, "and I think a fellow is weak-minded to talk about having a girl until he can also talk authoritatively on the ability to support a wife. But there"s a good deal of social life going on at the High School, Mr. Pollock, and I"m very, very glad of this chance to cancel my obligations so cheaply and at the same time rather handsomely."
So Laura and Belle had each received, that Christmas morning, a present that proved a source of delight.
"Yet I didn"t expect the foolish boys to send me anything like this," Laura told herself, rather regretfully. "I"m sure they"ve pledged their pocket money for weeks on this."
When Belle called, it developed that she had received an identical gift.