"How much are you putting in to start on?"
"Two dollars."
Owen gave something like a groan.
"All right, if I must, I must," he said, bringing out his week's wages. "But it's worse than having a tooth pulled."
"It won't be after you get in the habit of it."
"I don't believe I could get in the habit of having my teeth pulled."
"You know what I mean. After a while it will become just as easy to save money as to spend it—that is, a fair proportion of what you earn."
"Want me to become as close as my Uncle Jack?"
"I guess there is small danger of that." Dale reached for his harmonica, which rested on a shelf. "Now strike up on the fiddle, and then you'll forget all about the hardships of saving."
This was a sure way of pleasing Owen, and soon he had the violin from its peg on the wall and was tuning up. Then the pair began to play, one familiar tune after another, and thus the evening ended pleasantly enough.