"Their principal, Old Dut Jones, wouldn't see his boys look too badly compared with us, so he bought 'em as good uniforms as he could afford.

It's a shame.

That's what it is." If Captain Dick and his baseball players walked rather proudly onto the field, it may have been partly due to the fact that they now knew that their uniforms were anything but "cheap." In point of fact, their uniforms had cost more than twice as much as those worn by Hi Martin's players.
"How did they get such uniforms ?" That was the question that passed from lip to lip.
The answer was very simple, though as yet none of the onlookers knew what it was.
Not until one minute past four did the Central Grammar players know anything about the uniforms.

Old Dut had dismissed the rest of the school, detaining Dick's players.
"Young men, we shall now hasten up to Exhibition Hall," announced the principal.

He marched them up there, where they found the smiling Mr.Brown, backed by an assistant.