Ruth knew the money would have to come from his pocket. "Let's see. It would cost, for stamps, twenty-five dollars; for the letters—they could be printed—about fifteen dollars; for the envelopes six or seven dollars. Say forty-five or fifty dollars."
Fifty dollars was a great deal to Tom—saved little by little. But he hesitated only a moment. "All right. If we can influence a hundred men, one in twenty-five, it'll be worth the money."
A thoughtful look came over his face.
"What is it?" Ruth asked quickly.
"I was thinking about the printing and other things. Wondering how I could get away from work to see to it."
"Won't you let me look after that for you?" Ruth asked eagerly. "I look after all our printing. I can leave the office whenever I'm not busy, you know. It would take only a few minutes of my time."
"It really wouldn't?" Tom asked hesitantly.
"It wouldn't be any trouble at all. And I'd be glad to do it."
Tom thanked her. "I wouldn't know how to go about a thing of that sort, anyhow, even if I could get away from work," he admitted.
"And I could see to the addressing, too," Ruth pursued.