"Why, sis, this is quite a spread!" complimented Phil, as he saw the elaborate preparations in the shape of paper napkins, in the colors of Randall--yellow and maroon--spread about on the table, and as he noted the flowers and the rather more generous "feed" than that indicated when his sister had named lady fingers and charlotte russe. "Yes, we provided this in case you won," replied Ruth, "but if you had lost----" "Well, in case we had lost?" asked Sid, who was close to Miss Harrison. "We were going to eat it all ourselves," finished Madge. "And be ill afterward," interjected Tom. "I'm glad, for more reasons than two, that we won; eh, fellows?" "Yes, but--er--if it's all the same to you, let's eat," suggested Phil, with the freedom of an elder brother. There was a merry time. The fair hostesses had provided coffee and sandwiches, with plenty of ice cream and cake, and when they had been at the table for some time, Phil, with a sigh of satisfaction, remarked: "I'm glad this didn't happen before the game, fellows, or I couldn't have caught even a pop fly." "Ditto here," agreed Tom. "Pass the macaroons, Sid. I see you and Miss Harrison trying to hide them between you." "No such a thing!" retorted the second baseman, while the blue-eyed girl blushed. "Oh, Phil, I promised to get you the letter from home!" suddenly exclaimed Ruth. "I'll run up to my room for it. Excuse me," and she darted off, to return presently with two missives. "Here's one for you, Mabel," she said. "I found it on your dresser. It must have come in after the regular mail." "A letter for me," repeated Miss Harrison in some bewilderment. "I didn't expect any." "Unexpected ones are always the best," ventured Sid, and when Tom whispered "Bravo," at the attempt on the part of his chum to shine in the society of ladies, Sid muttered a threat to punch the captain when they got outside. "Mother is well, and dad as busy as ever," remarked Ruth as she handed her letter to her brother, and passed the other to Miss Harrison. The latter gazed curiously at the missive. "I don't know this writing," she remarked. "I wonder who it can be from." "Better open it and see," suggested Sid. She tore open the envelope, which fluttered to the ground, as she took out a piece of paper. "Why, how funny!" exclaimed Miss Harrison. "There is nothing but a Haddonfield newspaper clipping, and--and--why it seems to be about you, Mr. Henderson," she added. "Why--why!" she stammered. "How odd! Of course it must be some one else. Just listen," and she read: