"Oh, what he uses to print calling cards on?"
"How would you like to go snooks with me and get that, Frank?"
"Well, it certainly would be swell to print our own calling cards,
Harry."
"He wants $6.50 for it, though."
"Oh! That's different. Here, let me sell the bag, anyhow. That'll be a start."
Frank, already budding into finance, sold the bag for one dollar and twenty-five cents.
"Well, we're still shy $5.25, Frank," said the coming Finance Minister of Canada.
"Yes, and it's your move, Harry."
"All right, I've got an idea. You wait."
Next day the sprouting financiers met, when Harry had a fine steel trout rod.