Out we went, and I says to Mark, “How we goin’ to git that eleven dollars?”
“I just got a s-scheme,” says he, “while that man was talkin’. It’s about Home-Comin’ Week. We’ll get out a s-special Home-Comin’ Edition. Get the idee?”
“I don’t,” says I.
“Here it is,” says he. “We’ll print a p-page full of pictures of our l-leadin’ citizens, with a little piece about each of ’em. The cuts of the photographs’ll cost about a dollar apiece, and we’ll charge ’em two dollars ’n’ a h-half to have ’em put in. That l-leaves a d-dollar ’n’ a half to cover the cost of paper and p-printin’. Be a nice profit in it.”
“You won’t git nobody,” says I.
“Binney,” says he, “you hain’t got any idee how many folks wants to see their picture in the p-paper. We’ll git a lot.”
“Go ahead,” says I, “but you’ll see.”
“Got the idee so’s you understand it?” says he to Plunk and me.
We told him we guessed so.
“Can you t-talk it?” says he.