"O, about fifty."
"You didn't, though—did you? How much did you make?"
"About fifteen dollars."
"By jolly! You are a smart one, Bobby. There are not many fellows that would have done that."
"Easy enough," replied Bobby, who was not a little surprised at this warm commendation from one whom he regarded as his enemy.
"You had to buy the books first—didn't you?" asked Tom, who began to manifest a deep interest in the trade.
"Of course; no one will give you the books."
"What do you pay for them?"
"I buy them so as to make a profit on them," answered Bobby, who, like a discreet merchant, was not disposed to be too communicative.
"That business would suit me first rate."