"The two Bradleys must dress up, too," said Albert. "I think
they ought to act as a guard of honor, don't you? The only
things I have are blazers and jerseys; but it doesn't much
matter what they wear, as long as they dress alike."
He accordingly called in the two Bradleys, and gave them each
a pair of the captain's rejected white duck trousers, and a
blue jersey apiece, with a big white Y on it.
"The students of Yale gave me that," he said to the younger
Bradley, "in which to play football, and a great man gave me
the other. His name is Walter Camp; and if you rip or soil
that jersey, I'll send you back to England in irons; so be
careful."
Stedman gazed at his companions in their different costumes,
doubtfully. "It reminds me," he said, "of private
theatricals. Of the time our church choir played `Pinafore.'"
"Yes," assented Albert; "but I don't think we look quite gay
enough. I tell you what we need,--medals. You never saw a
diplomat without a lot of decorations and medals."
"Well, I can fix that," Stedman said. "I've got a trunkful.
I used to be the fastest bicycle-rider in Connecticut, and
I've got all my prizes with me.
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