"Remember, we'll pay you if you'll tell us how much it is," added Glutts.
"You can't pay me anything, Glutts."
"Just as you say."
Then the door to the bedroom was closed as before, and Gif and his chums were left to themselves.
"Some New Year's Day, believe me," was Fred's whispered comment. "The presence of those fellows is about as cheering as a funeral."
Randy and Andy had their heads close together and were whispering. Presently Randy got up and stretched himself.
"Now that it has stopped snowing I am going to go out and get a little fresh air in my lungs," he remarked.
"And I'm going along," responded his twin quickly.
"So am I," broke in Fred.
"And that means we can wash the dishes," said Jack. "All right, there are only a handful anyway. Go ahead, only don't walk too far and get lost."