"A nice dog," cried Penny, inspired by her secret desire.
"A gold watch," hazarded Polly.
"Money," said Laura.
"Oh, they've guessed everything!" Happie began, but Margery cried: "Promotion! Nothing that was for himself alone could make dear old Bob look so glad."
"Oh, say, Margery!" protested Bob. "But you guessed right. Mr. Felton said—well, he said I was useful to him, and he liked to have a fellow 'round whom he could trust, and he is going to give me charge of some of his inside business, rentals and things of that sort, in the office, you know, instead of sending me out. I'm to start in on ten dollars a week."
"Oh, Bob, dear!" cried Mrs. Scollard.
"Well, he'd better appreciate you!" declared Happie, rushing to prove her appreciation of Bob by choking him.
"I'm so glad, you best of brothers!" murmured Margery, with eyes alight.
"There's no one like Bob," said Gretta, to every one's surprise and her own consternation.