"That's all foolishness; you've got plenty of money in your pocket that was borrowed from the fellers to help Plums an' me through."
"I haven't so much that I can go sportin' 'round the country like a swell, have I?"
"You've got enough to keep you from starvin' for a week."
"All the same, I'm goin' to live with you an' Plums," Dan replied, doggedly, and Joe remained silent while one might have counted twenty, after which he said, with the air of a boy who has suddenly decided upon a course of action:
"Mis' Weber gave me back ninety cents. Now I'll turn over seventy-five of it if you agree not to show up at aunt Dorcas's until three o'clock to-morrow afternoon."
"What kind of a game are you tryin' to play on me now?" Master Fernald asked, suspiciously.
"It ain't any game. I'm hirin' you to stay away, so I can stop there till that time, an' then I'll leave."
"Yes, an' you're goin' to tell her a whole lot of stuff 'bout me, so's she won't let me stop there."
"I'll promise never to speak your name except to tell her you come as far's this with us, an' was up behind the barn twice. Now with seventy-five cents you can live a good deal more swell somewhere else than at aunt Dorcas's, an' at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon you may do what you please."
"How do I know you'll keep your promise?"