"Do—do they give cups for the Novice Class?" inquired the Boy, with studied carelessness.
"Of course they don't," said the Master, adding reminiscently, "though the first time we showed Lad we put him in the Novice Class and he won the blue ribbon there, so we had to go into the Winners' Class afterward. He got the Winner's Cup, you remember. So, indirectly, the Novice Class won him a cup."
"I see," said the Boy, not at all interested in this bit of ancient history. Then speaking very fast, he went on:
"Well, a ribbon's better than nothing! Dad, will you do me a favor? Will you let me enter Wolfie for the Novice Class to-morrow? I'll pay the fee out of my allowance. Will you, Dad?"
The Master looked at his son in blank amazement. Then he threw back his head and laughed loudly. The Boy
