"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. The members of the High School nine,
including a few substitutes, rode home in a big stage, but trolley cars
took the other Darewell boys and girls back.

On the way home the dinner was discussed in its various details, and it
was voted to have it a week from that Saturday night.

"Better not talk too much about it," suggested Bart

"Why not?" asked Stumpy.

"I've got an idea that if too much is known about it there may be
trouble."

"Trouble? What do you mean?"