[CHAPTER VI]
WAYNE PAYS A BILL
“I want two dollars, Don.”
Don glanced up with a smile.
“So do I; I was thinking so just this morning. I need a new pair of gymnasium shoes, and— But please, Wayne, come in and shut the door; there’s a regular cyclone blowing around my feet.”
“But, look here. I want to borrow two dollars from you, Don; I must have it right away,” said Wayne peremptorily, as he shut out the draught.
“Sorry, because I haven’t got fifty cents to my name, and won’t have until Monday. What do you want to do with it? Going to start a bank?”
“That’s none of your business,” answered Wayne; “and if you can’t lend it to me I can’t stop chinning here. I’ll try Paddy, I guess.”
“Paddy!” exclaimed Don, with a grin. “Why, Paddy never has a nickel ten minutes after his dad sends him his allowance, which is the first. If he had I’d be after him this minute; he’s owed me eighty cents ever since September. Dave might have it. Have you had dinner? Where did you go to?”
“Dinner? No, I forgot about it. What time is it? Am I too late?”