At practice that afternoon, Gordon told him that Morris had asked to see him, and Dick agreed to call at the Brents’ for a few minutes before supper. Morris was pathetically glad to see the two boys and very loath to have them go again. Mrs. Brent looked in for a short time and Louise met them on their way out and thanked them for coming. She looked rather tired, and Gordon spoke of it. “It’s been so hot to-day,” she explained, “and I’ve been indoors a good deal since Morris was hurt. He can’t read to himself yet, and so I have to do it for him. Of course, I’m very glad to, but it is hard work in a way. I wonder if either of you have any books he’d like. I’ve read about everything I can find.” “I think I have,” responded Dick. “I’ll bring two or three over. I guess what Morris wants is a rattling good adventure story.” “Yes; he’s crazy to hear stories about ships and pirates and hidden treasure, you know. About the only other thing he cares about is the baseball news. I read that to him every morning, and I’m getting to be quite—quite learned.” “I suppose,” said Dick, “the doctor won’t let you move him out to the Point yet.” “He says we can go in about another two weeks. I think it will be much better for Morris. He’s getting fearfully tired of that room up there. And it is hot, you know. Thank you both for coming, and do come again when you can. I guess it isn’t much fun for you, but Morris looks forward to it all day.” “She’s a nice girl,” commented Dick, as they passed through the gate. “Pretty, too.” “She _is_ nice,” agreed Gordon. “I guess when a fellow’s laid up like that a sister’s a pretty good thing to have around.” “Yes,” said Dick. And, after a moment, he added: “I’ll find those books and take them around to-morrow morning.” “I would,” approved the other. “You’re certain to find her in then.” “Don’t be a chump, Gordie! She’s only a kid!” “She’s as old as I am, except for a few months. And if you call me a kid I’ll lick you.” “If you do, I’ll suspend you,” replied Dick sternly. Gordon laughed. “I hope I’d get as much fun out of it as Jack is getting,” he said. “He confided to me to-day that you were a fine manager. ‘I tell you, Gordon,’ he said, ‘a manager’s got to have plenty of discipline!’ If you could only fire Jack for good and all, he’d love you like a brother, Dick!” “I sort of wish we were going to have him in the game Saturday,” said Dick. “We’ll miss his batting, I guess.” “I wonder if this fellow Mason is as good as they seem to think him. Anyone know where he comes from?” “I didn’t ask. He’s probably better than Porter, though. I have a feeling that we’re due to get the short end of the score day after to-morrow.” “I wouldn’t be surprised. I hope to goodness Harry can play. If he is out of it, we will be in a mess!” “How is Tom getting on with his shingling or painting or whatever it is he’s doing?” “I don’t know. Why?”