"No, we'll leave that business to you."
"That reminds me, Tad, could you—could you cross my palm for five cents this afternoon?" asked the fat boy solemnly.
"Eh? Do what?"
"Cross my palm for five cents?"
"Say, this is a new habit, isn't it, this borrowing money?"
"Oh, I'll pay you back when I get my allowance," protested Stacy.
"I wasn't thinking about that. Take my word for it, this borrowing business is bad business," rebuked Tad.
"Didn't I always pay you back everything I borrowed of you?" protested Stacy indignantly.
"Yes, yes, but—here's five cents. Will that be enough?"
"Well," reflected the fat boy, "you might make it twenty-five if you are flush today."