"Yes."
"Then—what time does your rural delivery man go by the end of the road?"
Eve glanced at the big clock solemnly ticking on the wall.
"In about three-quarters of an hour."
"Run and write your letter to the Keyport bookseller. One of the boys will run out and give the letter to the mail carrier."
"But a fifty cent piece won't be safe in a letter," said Eve, doubtfully.
"We—ell——"
"And I haven't time to run out there and stop Mr. Cheever, and make out a money order—for fifty cents, too!" exclaimed Eve.
"Humph!" ejaculated Laura. "There's fifty ways of sending fifty cents——"
"Sure," laughed Eve. "A penny at a time!"