tain, and counted it an honor to do anything for him.
"None of the crowd here, I see," remarked Ralph. "Got your uniform yet, Ned?"
"Why, no," answered Ned. "I've got the cloth picked out, and it's all right. Father's away, though, and as we won't need the suits for show till the new series begin next week, I didn't hurry."
"We're about of a size," went on Ralph, looking his companion over.
"And resemblance stops right there, eh?" chuckled Ned.
"I was thinking," pursued Ralph with business-like terseness, as he unfastened the door of his locker. "Maybe we could strike a trade? I want to sell."
He drew out his baseball uniform, tastily reposing in a big pasteboard box just as he had brought it from the tailor that morning.
"I've been thinking maybe I could strike a deal with some one to take this off my hands," he added.
"Eh!" ejaculated Ned, in a bewildered way.
"Yes, you see it's brand-new, whole outfit complete, haven't even put it on yet."
"You'll look nobby in it when you do have it on!"
