"I see. Well, do you think he can draw?"
Fudge looked doubtfully at Perry, found no help there and replied sturdily: "You bet he can! He's a great drawer, he is!"
Dick smiled as he slowed down at Perry's gate. "I asked because the girls are going to make a silk pennant as a prize for the Track Team and they want someone to make a drawing of it to work by. I told Louise that perhaps this fellow Addicks could do it for them. Do you think he could?"
"I know he could," answered Fudge, with beautiful faith. "What's it for, this pennant?"
"Why, it's to go, I believe, to the fellow who does the best work for us in the meet with Springdale. It's to be rather a gorgeous affair; purple silk with green leaves and white lettering. Suppose you see Mr. Addicks and tell him about it and ask if he will do it. There isn't much money in it, because the girls have got to go to quite a little expense before they're through, I guess. Louise thought a dollar would be enough, but you could ask him what he'd do it for. If it wasn't much more than that, I guess they'd pay it. Mind doing that?"
"No, indeed! We'll do it right now. It's just around the corner. Want to come along?"
"Thanks, no, I've got to get home. Call me up
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