“Price of tickets—only one dollar!” he read. “Think of getting a thousand dollars for one! Oh, if I could only be the lucky one!”
He took out his purse, though he knew beforehand that his stock of cash consisted only of two dimes and a nickel.
“I wonder if I could borrow a dollar of that boy Carl!” he deliberated. “I’ll speak to him about it.”
This happened more than a week after Carl went to work in the factory. He had already received one week’s pay, and it remained untouched in his pocket.
Leonard joined him in the street early in the evening, and accosted him graciously.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Nowhere in particular. I am out for a walk.”
“So am I. Shall we walk together?”
“If you like.”
After talking on indifferent matters, Leonard said suddenly: “Oh, by the way, will you do me a favor?”