"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."

Dick 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-stitch, the
initials, "G.H.S."

"Gridley High School! Did you get one just like this, Dave?"

"Yes."

"But we can't wear 'em," muttered Dick. "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 Dick. "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 Dick, gratefully.
"Are you---going to accept yours, Dave?"

"Accept?" retorted Dave. "Why, it would be rank not to."