A fortnight before the match was to come off Sam Bangs, who, as some of
you will remember, is a second cousin of mine and rather a pal of
Josephine's, appeared at the house one evening and laid before me, in
his engaging, plausible fashion, a project which he and his wife and my
wife had cooked up between them. He and Josephine assured me, in the
first place, that I wouldn't have the least bother in the matter, and
that everything would be perfectly plain running for the reason that
Sam was intimate with the manager of the railroad, and that little Fred
had secured the requisite number of tickets for the game. Then he
proceeded to inform me that they had conceived the idea of going to see
the game at Springfield in a private special car; that the manager had
promised to let him have one, and that it would be much more jolly to
go with a few friends like that and have a luncheon comfortably served
by a caterer than to be lumped in the common cars with Tom, Dick, and
Harry, who were liable to be noisy students, or still more noisy
prize-fighters, and starve; that there were several people crazy to go
whom it would be very pleasant to have, notably Mrs. Guy Sloane and
Mrs. Walter Warner (nee Polly Flinders), and that the expense would be
comparatively trifling.
"I think it would be particularly nice, Fred, on Josie's account,"
added my wife.
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