“Three dollars and fifty cents,” says he, “and without any wear and tear.”

The gray eyes narrowed.

“Got plenty of money?”

“Plenty,” says Poppy.

“When do I start in?”

“To-morrow morning.”

“An’ you’re sure you’ve got plenty of money?”

Poppy laughed.

“If it’ll ease your mind any on that point we’ll write you out a three-dollar-and-fifty-cent check every night at quitting time.”

The old man let out his hairy neck.