“Let’s send up town and get some ice cream and celebrate,” suggested Peg.
“I second the motion,” laughed Scoop. “Hey, Jerry, ol’ money bag, separate yourself from fifty cents. We’re going to have a party.”
The ice cream put away inside of our stomachs, we went to bed, between ten and eleven o’clock, three of us sleeping and the fourth standing guard. I was a long time getting to sleep. I kept thinking of the money that we were going to earn and the good time that we were going to have. When I finally got to sleep I dreamt that [[67]]I was sitting on an ice cream cone a mile high. Five-dollar bills were flying around my head like birds.
“Cut it out!” Scoop growled, giving me a dig in the ribs.
In grabbing at the flying greenbacks, I had pinched his nose! [[68]]
CHAPTER VIII
THE GIRL IN THE BLUE TAM
The next morning when we were eating breakfast, after an uneventful night, Dad came whistling to the brickyard dock to learn how we were getting along.
This was a good time, I thought, to sort of feel him out on our proposed Ashton trip.