"My, oh, my! All the more must I go," said Dick. "Is she young, dear niece? How old might she be, darling Molly?"
"Oh, I don't know; I think about twenty-one, for she has only been teaching a year. She didn't leave college till last summer, and she told me she wasn't seventeen when she first went there."
"Delightful," said Uncle Dick meditatively. "Where is my sister? I must interest her in this matter. Now, Molly, sweet girl, answer my question and you shall have, not only this box of candy, but another to take to—what did I understand your teacher's name to be?"
"It is Isabel Ainslee, and it is a beautiful name."
"I quite agree with you. Now, Molly, answer me. How many cakes can you buy two for three cents apiece?"
Molly looked at Polly. This was a puzzler surely. "Two," she ventured uncertainly.
Uncle Dick looked at her penetratingly. "That might be the answer under some circumstances," he said.
This puzzled Molly more than ever and she looked at Polly for inspiration.
Polly was laughing. "You're an old fraud," she said to her uncle. "That is no question at all. It is nonsense, Molly. It depends entirely upon how much money you have. If you have six cents you can buy two cakes."
"So you can," returned Molly, seeing daylight. "I have just six cents, so I could buy two cakes at three cents apiece."