“She’ll have to have a lawyer, won’t she?” asked Mrs. Morton anxiously.
“Oh, dear, how can I ever pay one?” Alice clasped her hands in despair at this new thought.
“You might get someone to take the case on a contingent fee. You don’t understand—do you? Lawyers often take cases for poor clients with the understanding that they are to have part of the money if they win the case, but get no pay if they lose it.”
“Oh, that would be fine! Do you suppose I could get somebody that way?”
Chicken Little and Ernest had been interested listeners.
“Dick Harding’s a lawyer,” observed Ernest.
“He is—and a mighty good one for a young chap,” replied his father.
“Yes, and he’s awful sorry for Alice, too. He said she was a plucky girl,” Chicken Little broke in.
Alice blushed and Dr. Morton laughed.
“Here’s a lawyer ready to your hand, Alice. But Gassett may think better of his threat when he cools off, though I think you may look for trouble.”