all right, but you mustn't think that a batter's going to step out of his box to hit your balls, Kewpie. Batters aren't that accommodating!"
"Gosh," complained Kewpie, "you don't give a fellow credit when he deserves it. If you think it's any fun going through that stunt every morning—"
"Who started it?" demanded Laurie.
"Well, that's all right, but—"
"You'll get a nice long rest pretty soon," said Ned soothingly. "Spring recess'll be along in less than two weeks, old son."
Kewpie made no reply for a moment. Then, "Well," he began hesitantly, "I was thinking, Nid, that maybe I ought—oughtn't—oughtn't to go home at recess."
"Not go home! For goodness' sake, why?"
"Well, I'd lose a whole week, wouldn't I? You and Laurie will be here, won't you?"
"Yes," replied Ned, with a notable lack of enthusiasm. He and Laurie weren't at all keen on remaining at school during the spring vacation, but it lasted only eight days, and as the journey to California occupied four, why, as Laurie put it, "they'd meet themselves coming back!"
