Saturday. After practice was over, and it ended long before dusk to-day, Morris waited for Dick and Gordon, who emerged together from the dressing-room under the stand, and walked with them across to where the blue runabout, its top glistening with rain, stood in the lee of the fence.
"That stuff's come," he announced. "The fellow at the freight office called me up after school. I was afraid it wasn't going to get here in time."
"Are you going to move it to-night?" asked Dick.
"That's what I wanted to ask you about. Mr. Grayson's birthday is Wednesday and we've got to get the things in his office to-morrow evening. So it doesn't seem to me much use to move it twice. What do you think? Why not have Stuart load it on a team to-morrow afternoon before the freight shed closes and pull it to his stable and then bring it around to the school later, say about nine? The dickens of it is that we'll have to wait until that old meeting is over, I suppose. We don't want the whole school messing around while we're moving it in and getting the wrappings off. I wish they'd selected some other evening for their silly meeting."
"Yes, but you can wait until the fellows go home. I don't see any reason for moving it twice, either,
