"Yes, but we don't want the dinner spoiled," said Bart. "There's a big
class of first-year boys this term, and they could make a 'rough-house'
of our spread in short order. That's why I think it would be better to
keep quiet about the affair, at least as to the place where we're going
to hold it."
After some discussion Bart's suggestion was agreed to. Further details of
the dinner were arranged, and it was planned that Ned should be
toastmaster, an honor which he would gladly have declined.
"No, sir, you won the game for us, and you've got to preside at the
dinner!" declared Bart, to which all the others on the nine gave their
approval with a shout.
"Mind now," Bart added, as the team was about to disperse, having reached
Darewell, "no talking about the dinner. Everyone keep mum or there may be
no spread at all. If any one hears of the Upside Down boys getting wind
of the affair, tell me and we'll arrange to fool 'em."
The club members left their uniforms and outfits in the basement of the
High School, where they had improvised dressing rooms, and then the boys
started for their homes.
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