"You see," said Larry, "I would have three hundred dollars in cash, anyway, as a working capital, so, in a pinch, I would really only have to find two hundred dollars to pay it. And if you would endorse it for me—there's not the least risk in it, or else I wouldn't ask you—I am willing to pay you interest on the money, if you wish, old man."
"Larry!" I exclaimed, quite disappointed that he should suggest such a thing as interest. "Indeed I'll endorse the note for you, but don't you talk of interest, for I'm only too happy to be able to help you a bit!"
Just as I had signed my name on the back of the note, Betty came in.
"What are you doing, Dawson?" she asked sharply.
"Just—" I looked at Larry to see whether he had any objection to my telling Betty about it.
He said, with a little embarrassment: "It's just a little business matter between Dawson and me."
"You know, old man," I said to Larry, "I talk all my business over with Betty. Of course you won't mind my telling her about this, will you?"
"Why, no," he returned, as he picked up the note and put it in his pocket.
When I told Betty what it was, to my astonishment she said:
"Well, Dawson, if you allow Mr. Friday to have your endorsement on a note you are very foolish!"