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." "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.