"Twenty dollars," she announced, quietly, though with evident pride.
"Eleven dollars," announced Belle Meade.
After a good many of the girls had made accounting they boys had a brief chance.
When it came Dick Prescott's turn he spoke so quietly that those nearest him thought he said six dollars.
"Sixty dollars?" repeated Mr. Morton, more distinctly. "The best offering yet."
"I've one more," added Prescott, in the same low voice.
"Then speak up more loudly," directed the submaster. "There are a lot of young people here who want to hear."
"Here," continued Dick, handing in another paper, "is a communication signed by the members of the city's Common Council. They signed as individuals. They agree to hire the Gridley Military Band, of twenty-eight pieces, to be on hand at the Thanksgiving game and to play for our High School eleven."
None of Dick's partners had secured less than twenty-five dollars.
When all the subscriptions had been turned in, and the amount footed up by Coach Morton, that gentleman announced, in tones that betrayed excitement: