Bobby acknowledged the justice of this with a silent nod.
"Got to be something new, Bobby," urged Fred, with much belief in his chum's powers of invention. "You think of something."
"Might have a show," said Bobby.
"Aw—now—Bobby! you know that's no good," declared Fred. "We'd have to let a lot of the other fellows into it. Can't run a circus—not even a one-ring one—without a lot of performers. And they'd want the money split up. We wouldn't make anything."
"A peep-show," said Bobby, still thoughtfully chewing a straw.
"Aw, shucks! that's worse. The kids will only pay pins, or rusty nails, to see that kind of a show."
"No. That's not just what I mean," Bobby said, thoughtfully. "Let's have a show that will only need us two to run it, Fred. Then we won't have to divide the money with anybody else. And let's have a show that grown up folks will want to see."
"Great, Bobby! That's a swell idea—if we could do it."
"I believe we can do it."
"Tell a fellow," urged Fred, excitedly. "Grown folks have money. We could charge them a nickel—maybe a dime—"