“Frank, you must find some way of going to high school this winter,” said Mrs. Hardy.
“Oh, if I can’t go this winter I’ll go next,” he replied. “Wait till father gets into business again.”
It was not until the next day that he told his folks how well he had done by selling both new and old books, and of how he had obtained a hundred dollars from the Windhams. They were both astonished and gratified.
“Why, Frank, you are surely making a fortune!” cried his father. “I never dreamed you would do half so well.”
“It beats tending the feed store, doesn’t it, father?”
“Indeed it does. No feed store in Claster could make as much money as you’ve been making.”
“I’m going to put the money in the savings’ bank.”
“Yes; that’s an excellent idea, for then it will be drawing interest.”
“But I am going to give mother half of it,” went on our hero.
“Oh, Frank, I didn’t expect this,” ejaculated Mrs. Hardy.