"Hullo, Purcell," Dick greeted the other, with a grin. "Want to see some fun?"
"Of course," nodded the junior. "What's going?"
"You remember that Prin. asked us, last Friday, to bring in our fifteen pennies for the Christmas music?"
"Of course. Well, I have my money in my pocket."
"In pennies?" insisted Dick.
"Well, no; of course not. But I have a quarter, and I guess Prin. can change that."
Dick quickly explained the scheme. Purcell, with a guffaw, purchased one of the rolls.
"Now, see here," hinted Dick, "there'll be such a rush, soon, that we six can't attend to all the business. Won't you take a dozen rolls and peddle them? I'll charge 'em to you, until you can make an accounting."
Purcell caught at the bait with another laugh. Dick noted Purcell's name on a piece of paper, with a dollar and eighty cents charged against it.
All the other partners did the same with other students. With such a series of pickets out around the school none of the student body got through without buying pennies, except Fred Ripley and Clara Deane. They were not asked to buy.