“I think that I should plant it,” said Uncle Dick.
“Plant it!” exclaimed Richard. “Why, will it grow?”
“Yes,” said Uncle Dick, “it will, if it is planted in the right place.”
Just then some one called him away, and he forgot about Richard and his dollar.
But Richard did not forget. The next morning bright and early, he was out digging in the garden.
“What are you going to plant?” asked Uncle Dick when he saw him.
“My dollar,” answered Richard, pulling the money proudly out of his pocket. Then seeing the smile in his uncle’s face he added, “You know you said it would grow, uncle, if I planted it in the right place. Isn’t this the right place?”
“Did you think I meant that pennies would grow on bushes?” said Uncle Dick. “I didn’t mean that, boy. I’m going to drive over to Bernardsville after breakfast. If you will go with me, I will show you the right place to plant a dollar to make it grow.”
Richard hurried with his breakfast because he was greatly excited by the thought of his ride.
As they drove toward the town, every now and then he put his hand in his pocket to see if his dollar was safe.