“Those stomach pains are from over-eating,” retorted Case.
Alex turned to Clay. “What do you think about it? You are always the clearest headed one of the bunch.”
“I agree with what Case has said,” Clay declared, gravely. “We are all over seventeen years old and had ought to be beginning to try to get a start in life instead of wasting time and money in these summer trips, however pleasant they may be.”
Alex’s freckled face took on a look of gloom, while even Case did not look pleased at having his theory indorsed.
Clay smiled at their serious faces. “I have been thinking about this matter seriously all winter,” he said, quietly, “and have decided that we will have to give up mere pleasure trips for the future, but I see no reason why we should not go this summer if there is a way to make the trip profitable. How much money have we got altogether?”
“Why we have got that $1,000.00 in the bank,” said Case.
“I’ve saved $100.00 this summer,” declared Alex, eagerly.
“Oh, for that matter, I’ve hoarded up $125.00, if it’s needed,” Case confessed.
“I’ve had a pretty good position all winter,” Clay said. “I’ve managed to lay by $175.00. Let’s see what that brings the total up to. Why, $1,400.00, but I am afraid it will take all of that.”
“What is your plan?” demanded Alex, his eyes shining.