“Oh, ten dollars will squeeze through easy enough.”
Harrington said this as though ten dollars was no harder to get than ten cents. Rex’s heart sank. Where was he to obtain the two dollars and forty cents he still lacked?
“Won’t you come in?” Harrington asked, as Rex stopped in front of the Pells’.
“No; not to-night, I’ll meet you at the station to-morrow at a quarter to five.”
“What’s the matter with my calling here for you and our going up together?”
“Oh, I’ll have to go down town first and start from there.” Rex felt that this was a very lame excuse. He was not accustomed to telling untruths.
But Harrington seemed not to notice.
“All right, just as you say,” he replied. “But I’ll see you in the morning any way.”
“Good night,” Rex called after him.
He felt that his not going home with Harrington was a good stroke of policy. He decided to add another to it by sitting with the family a while before he went up to his room.