"Bill:
"i looked all over Lawton for sumething nise for you to take to school. So please spend this on something you like. I will tell your mother what I done so she wont kick. Anyhow I aint afraid of her kicking ever since the day i broke her big glass dish that you said was cut. It cut me all right, but she never said a word, and I bet she wont now when i explane. So remember when this you see, remember Lee. That is some poetry partly mine and partly out of a book. If I had kept at school the way I should of, I could have made the whole piece up myself. Rite soon to
yours as ever,
"Lee."
Bill gasped. Then he gathered the precious money tight in his hand and standing on the edge of his berth, hoisted himself up to Frank's level.
"Glue your eye to this!" he whispered loudly over the racket of the train. "Gee, have you got the same?"
At the sound of Bill's voice, Frank, who was staring at a handful of bills, started violently, then forced a rather shaky smile.
"Found this in my pajama coat," he said; then as Bill waved his fist, "What! Have you the same thing?"
"Surest thing you know!" said Bill. "Never had so much money in my life. The darned old peach!"
"I haven't counted it," said Frank. "It sort of scared me. Who do you think gave it to us?"
"Didn't you read your letter?" asked Bill, wiggling the rest of the way up and taking a paper like his own from Frank's envelope. He handed it over and Frank unfolded and read it. Reluctantly, but seeing no way out of it, he handed it over to Bill.