“What are you doing?”

“Making tickets.”

“Tickets?”

“Yes, will you buy one?”

“I want to see first what I am going to buy.”

“You may.”

Aunt Stanshy then read these lines on a slip of card-board:

Ticket to the Up-the-Ladder Boys'
ENTERTAINMENT.
Admission, 2 nails. Seat, 10 nails.
Elders' admission, 1 cent. Seat, 2 cents.

“O, that is it I Could I go in for nails, or a cent?”

“For a cent.”