"I might conjure up some. Presto!—change!—you know. We professors of magic can find money anywhere."
"But you need some to work with. I have been behind the scenes," said Harry, smiling.
"But you don't know all my secrets, for all that. In sober earnest,
I haven't been practising magic these twenty-five years for nothing.
I can lend you the money you want, and I will."
Harry seized his hand, and shook it with delight.
"How can I express my gratitude?" he said.
"By sending me your paper gratis, and paying me seven per cent. interest on my money."
"Agreed. Anything more?"
"Yes. I am to give an exhibition in the village to-morrow night.
You must give me a good puff."
"With the greatest pleasure. I'll write it now."
"Before it takes place? I see you are following the example of some of the city dailies."