orrison, and, somehow or other, the
boys began wondering why they had ever called him cross. Certainly he
seemed quite different now. Perhaps it was the way Bunny had acted, so
bravely, that made the change.

"Now look here, boys," went on the uncross Mr. Morrison. "I know you
have to play ball, and this isn't the first time you have broken my
windows. But it's the first time any of you have had the nerve to stay
here and offer to pay. I like that. And now that you all offer to chip
in and pay for it, it'll not be too hard for any one boy. It's the right
spirit. And I want to say that if you always do that there'll not be
any trouble.

"Not that I want any more windows broken," he added, with a laugh. "But
if they are smashed, chip in and pay for them. And now I'll have the
pane of glass put in and you can take up a collection among yourselves
and pay me later on. I'm in no hurry as long as you act fair.

"And now if you'll come in here I think maybe I can find something that
you boys would like to have," he added. "Don't be afraid, come on in,"
he invited, opening a gate in his side fence.

The boys hesitated a moment, and then, led by Bunny Brown, they entered.
What could Mr. Morrison have in mind?

They soon found out. He led them down into the cellar and showed them
some old baseballs, some bats, some gloves, and, best of all, a good
catcher's mask.

"Here are some old baseball things," said Mr. Morrison. "I got them in a
lot of junk I bought a year ago, and I've been wondering what to do with
them. I like the way you boys acted--especially some of you," and he
looked at Bunny. "I'm going to let you have these things for your team,"
he said. "But try not to break any more of my windows!" he laughed.

"We won't!" promised Bunny Brown. "Or, if we do, we'll pay for 'em!"

"Crackie! What dandy stuff!" cried Bobbie Boomer.

"Now we can have regular league games!" exclaimed Charlie Star, who was
perhaps the best player of all the boys.

"And a real mask, like the Pirates have!" cried Harry Bentley.

"Take 'em along," said Mr. Morrison. "They're only cluttering up my
cellar. I'm glad to get rid of 'em, and especially to good boys."

"We--we were afraid of you at first," said Charlie.

"Well, you needn't be any more," chuckled Mr. Morrison. "Just pay for my
window, when you get the money together, and we'll call it square!"

Talking, laughing gleefully, and wondering at their good fortune, the
boys hurried f