human
It's from McRae, he said.
gpt
The second message I've received from the old boy to-day, counting the telegram this morning. Excuse me, fellows, while I look it over.
human
The World Tour's a go! he cried, handing the letter over to Jim.
gpt
Mac's got it all settled at last. When we said good-bye to him in New York it was all up in the air. But trust Mac to hustle--he's got enough promises to make up the two teams and now he's calling on us, Jim, to keep our word and go with the party. We're all to meet in Chicago for the start on the nineteenth of the month.
human
Gee! exclaimed Jim.
gpt
That doesn't give us very much time. Let's see, as he snatched up a newspaper and scanned the top line.
human
To-day's the sixteenth. We'll have to get a wiggle on.
gpt
Bah Jove, lisped Reggie.
human
It's bally short notice, don't you know? How long will you fellows be gone?
gpt
Just about six months,
human
What's all this pow-wow about?
gpt
I'm glad we girls aren't as talkative as you men,
human
When we do talk we at least say something, added Mabel.
gpt
What is it, Joe?
human
I'm afraid it's rather bad news in a way, said Joe.
gpt
I've just got a letter from McRae in which he tells me that he's completed all arrangements for a baseball tour around the world. You know, Mabel, that I spoke to you about it just before we left New York. But it was only a vague idea then and something of the kind is talked about at the end of every baseball season. Usually though, it only ends in talk, and the teams make a barnstorming trip to San Francisco or to Cuba. But this time it seems to have gone through all right. And now Mac is calling upon Jim and me to go along.
human
My word! broke in Reggie,