"We ought to get up a dinner and have speeches and things
like that."
"Nothing to eat, of course," said Ned.
"Oh, sure; lots to eat," Fenn hastened to add.
"Where could we have it?" asked Lem.
"In our barn," replied Fenn. "There's lots of room, and we don't keep
horses any more. It's nice and clean. We could put some boards over
saw-horses to make tables, and have a fine time. We can make all the
noise we want, and no one would say a word."
"That's the stuff!" cried Bart. "The very thing! Stumpy, you're a
committee of one to see about it."
"I'm not going to do all the work!" objected Stumpy.
"I'll help," put in Ned. "Where'll we get the stuff?"
"I guess there's enough in the club treasury for a little spread," said
Bart. "This is the last game of the summer season, and we might as well
spend some of our cash. We don't want to get too rich."
By this time most of the High School pupils had left the ball grounds and
were on their various ways home. It was a Saturday afternoon early in
June, and the fine weather had brought a big crowd to see the game, which
was played on the Lakeville grounds.
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