"Sell 'em to me, if you don't want 'em," spoke up Dick, quickly. "What'll you take for 'em? Make it low, to fit a schoolboy's shallow purse."
"Hm! I'll speak to the proprietor about it," replied Pollock, who presently brought back the word:
"As they're for you, Dick, the proprietor says you can take the pair for two-fifty. And if you're short of cash, I'll take fifty cents a week out of your space bill until the amount is paid."
"Fine and dandy!" uttered Dick, his eyes glowing.
"One's for your mother," hinted Mr. Pollock teasingly. "But who's the girl?"
"Two girls," Dick corrected him, unabashed. "My mother never uses hair-curlers."
"Two girls?" cried Mr. Pollock, looking aghast. "Dick! Dick! You study history at the High School, don't you?"
"Yes, sir; of course."
"Then don't you know, my boy, how often two girls have altered the fates of whole nations? Tremble and be wise!"
"I haven't any girl," Dick retorted, sensibly, "and I think a fellow is weak-minded to talk about having a girl until he can also talk authoritatively on the ability to support a wife. But there's a good deal of social life going on at the High School, Mr. Pollock, and I'm very, very glad of this chance to cancel my obligations so cheaply and at the same time rather handsomely."