"He is, he certainly is. I love the idea!"
"Why, I think it's pretty good myself," said Dink.
"It has only one error—the lecturers."
"Why, that's the finest of the fine," said Dink indignantly. "You see what I do. Here's Beekstein and Gumbo Binks been laying around as waste material and the whole house kicking because we've been stuck with two midnight-oilers. Now what do I do? I utilize them. I make them a credit to the house, useful citizens."
"True, most true," said the Tennessee Shad. "But why pay? Never pay any one anything."
Stover acknowledged the superior financial mind, while Finnegan remained silent, his greatest tribute.
"I suppose we might lasso them," said Stover, "or bring them up in chains."
"That's only amateurish and besides reprehensible," said the Tennessee Shad. "No, the highest principle in finance, the real cream de la crème, is to make others pay you for what you want them to do."
Stover slowly assimilated this profound truth.
"We'll charge twenty-five cents a week to students and we'll make Beekstein and Gumbo disgorge half a plunk each for letting us listen to them."