“What’s that like?” asked Jerry.
Nelson glanced appealingly at Bob, and the latter took up the task. Half an hour later the four decided that it was time for them to be going. Bob broached the matter of payment.
“How much do we owe, Jerry?”
“I guess about a quarter,” answered Jerry.
“A quarter!” cried Tom. “Get out! That was worth a dollar! It saved my life.”
“It’s worth fifty cents, anyhow,” said Nelson, “and here’s mine.”
“Well,” said Jerry accepting the coin reluctantly, “but I don’t feel just right about it. You see, the milk don’t cost nothin’, and the butter don’t cost nothin’, and the bread was only five cents, and——”
“That bread was worth more than five cents to us,” laughed Dan. “Here, take the money, and don’t be silly.” Dan held out his half dollar, and Bob and Tom followed suit. Jerry looked bewildered.
“What’s that?” he asked.