"Yes. I will have to take my workmen from another job, and we always charge a little more for a rush."
"How much of a deposit shall I leave?"
"Five dollars will do."
"Then here you are."
Dick Ferris pulled a five-dollar bill from his pocket, and, after receiving his receipt, walked out of the office.
He glanced at Hal as he passed, but our hero's back was turned to him, and Hal seemed to be interested in some prints which hung upon the wall.
"Now, sir, what can I do for you?" questioned the proprietor, turning to Hal.
He left the slips Ferris had brought lying upon the counter.
"I would like to know how much you charge for printing wedding invitations," replied Hal, approaching the counter where the slips lay.
"Wedding invitations, eh?" The proprietor smiled. "Here is a young man about to get married," he thought. "By his looks, I think, he wants something rather nice."