“Think of that!” murmured Tom. “Say, that’s fine, isn’t it? Why, I didn’t suppose I’d get anything out of it for a long time! I wonder——”
“What?” asked Willard as the other paused.
“I wonder what I’ll do with it. I guess I’ll start an account at the bank, a savings account. Did you know that they pay you three per cent. interest, Will? What’s three per cent. on five dollars?”
“A cent and a half,” answered Willard, smiling.
“Is that all?” Tom’s face fell. “I’ve a good mind to spend it, Will!”
“There’s one thing we’ve forgotten,” observed Willard later, “and that is that I haven’t any license to run that car, Tom. I guess I’d better have one, eh?”
“I should say so! Gee, they might have nabbed you that day you were out alone! I didn’t think about it. Anyway, it’s only two dollars.”
“I know, and I’ll pay it myself—out of my dividend.”
“Indeed you won’t! The—the firm will pay it.”