“Great! That’ll leave a hundred and fifty, then. And I know a bully way to spend that!”
“To spend it?” asked his father, dubiously. “Don’t you think that maybe you’d better—er,—save it, son?”
“I didn’t mean spend exactly: I meant invest. You see, Dad, the ferry has done pretty well this summer and I guess it’ll do even better next year, because there are more folks coming here every season. Rod’s father has offered me a job when I’m through school and I think I’d like to accept it, but he probably won’t want me until fall, and so I might as well keep on with the ferry. Don’t you think so?”
“Why—why, yes. You’ve made a good deal of money with it.”
“Yes. And even if I wasn’t here all summer George could run it for me and I’d still make on it. But what the Sea-Lark needs, Dad, is an engine—just a two-cylinder motor that’ll kick her back and forth, wind or no wind. And I know where I can get a perfectly good second-hand one for a hundred and twenty-five, maybe less. So that’s where the rest of that salvage money is going, Dad. I’m going to invest it in Holden’s Ferry.”
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