Then Mrs. Dexter would close the conversation, or turn it into some other channel. But the neighbors did not cease from wondering and talking.
At the office Larry was the envy of all the other boys, and not a few of the reporters.
“If I had that money I’d never work again,” said Bud.
“It wouldn’t last long if you began to spend it,” said Larry. “I’ve got a special use for that thousand dollars.”
That afternoon Mr. Newton had to go out on a story. As he was leaving the city room Mr. Emberg said:
“While you’re out you might get a picture of Dr. Carrolton. We’ll run it to-morrow, with the story of that big operation he’s going to perform.”
“I’m afraid I will not have time to go there,” said Mr. Newton. “It’s ’way uptown. Perhaps one of the boys or Larry could go.”
“I guess Larry can get it all right,” said the city editor. “I didn’t think of him.”
“Let him come part of the way with me,” suggested Mr. Newton. “I’ll tell him what to do.”
So Larry was told to get on his hat and coat, give up carrying copy for the rest of the day, and go after a photograph of the celebrated doctor.