This page needs to be proofread.
his feet and pulled down a wild one that would undoubtedly have smashed the upper pane of the further window had it got by him.
"Honest?" cried Kewpie. "Me and you?"
"No, you and me."
"But—how did you know what I was going to ask?"
Laurie viewed him sadly. "Kewpie," he replied, "it's a mighty good thing you decided to be a pitcher. That's the only position that doesn't call for any brain!"
