“Am I? Without a camera?”
“Well, you’ll have one before the club gets ready to be a club.”
“I will have one soon,” said McConnell. “I hope next week. But what do you mean by the club?”
“We have been talking it over,” Allan said, “and Owen thinks we might have a club in our coach-house rooms. I got my money from the factory people to-day.”
“You did?” exclaimed McConnell; “without the plates?”
“But I got the plates again;” and Allan explained the situation to McConnell, how they had decided to use half the money in fitting up the rooms, and that Owen, McConnell, and Allan were to be charter members of the club.
McConnell did not conceal his delight over this news.
“Then I must have a camera!” he cried. “And are you going to get a new camera, Allan?”
“Yes, I think I’ll get a cartridge Kodak.”
“Then why not sell me your Wizard?”