“They will have by a week from Saturday,” replied Lanny. “We’re beginning scrimmaging to-morrow with them.” “I shall begin to save up my money,” said Nell gravely. “I’ve just got to see it! Will anyone contribute a penny, please?” All the boys donated, and Nell, jingling four pennies in her hands, pretended to be overcome with delight. “There’s a fellow named Tanner,” said Lanny, “who has a printing press and does pretty good work with it. I’ll see him and ask him to do some notices for us that we can put around in the store windows. I guess he will be willing to do them for nothing under the circumstances.” “I know him,” said Gordon. “He’s a particular crony of Fudge’s. Take Fudge along with you.” “Then I don’t see but that we’re all right,” said Louise. “And we needn’t meet again until after we’ve been to New York. I do hope you will like what we pick out.” “We’re sure to,” replied Dick. “The main thing, though, is for Mr. Grayson to like them!” “That reminds me,” announced Morris, “that there will be a charge for carting the stuff from the freight-house to the school. I dare say Stewart will do it for a dollar and a half.” “You don’t want to forget,” reminded Nell, “that you may get the things cheaper than we estimated them. I dare say we’ll have quite all the money we need. Wouldn’t it be splendid if we did and I hadn’t to pay my three dollars and a half after all?” The others howled at that and Dick demanded his penny back. Gordon asked where the furniture was to be kept until they could smuggle it into the office, and Morris explained that they were going to have it taken to the school late in the afternoon, after Mr. Grayson had gone, and stored in a room in the basement. He had arranged with the janitor for that. “And then, the night before, Louise is going to get the key to Mr. Grayson’s room and we’re going to move the old furniture out into the hall and put the new things in.” “I shall be very busy at home that evening,” murmured Gordon. Louise regarded him indignantly. “Indeed you’ll not, Gordon Merrick! Every one has got to help. Some of the things will be frightfully heavy.” “The janitor is going to help us,” said Morris. “As near as I can make out,” remarked Dick, with a smile, “almost every one in town has been taken into the secret except Mr. Grayson. If he doesn’t know of it already it’s a miracle!” “We had to tell the janitor,” said Morris. “And Miss Turner. She’s going to borrow his key for us.” “Oh, I’m not objecting,” replied Dick. “But you’ll have to acknowledge that the chances of keeping it from Mr. Grayson until the twenty-fifth are mighty slim.” “Anyway, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t heard anything yet,” said Louise. “And――and I don’t believe he will. It would be too frightfully mean if anyone told him!” “Isn’t it――isn’t it getting rather late?” asked Lanny blandly.