Ned deposited the bag, swung the tonneau door open and stood respectfully at attention while the party seated themselves. The man at the wheel put his hand into his pocket, selected a coin and handed it back.
“Here you are, boy,” he said.
Ned touched his forehead sketchily, “Thank you, sir!”
The car bounded forward and Ned, grinning delightedly, danced up the steps.
“I’ve made a quarter! I’ve made a quarter!” he chanted.
[CHAPTER XVI]
A DISSERTATION ON MUSHROOMS
“You’re the craziest chap I ever saw,” laughed Dan. “Is it a good one?”
Ned tried it with his teeth, tapped it on the edge of the railing and eyed it anxiously. “Perfectly good,” he replied finally. “It seems to be made of silver.”