“Can’t you get her to send you fifteen instead of ten?” asked Ned.
“Yes, but I oughtn’t to spend that much on clothes.” He put his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out an old red leather wallet and found two one-dollar bills folded away in a recess. “Thought maybe I might be mistaken,” he said. “Thought maybe there might be another one there.” Then he counted the silver in his trousers pocket. “Eighty-five cents,” he mused. “That ain’t much, is it?”
“No,” replied Ned, frowning. “But,” he added with a laugh, “you’ve got eighty-five cents more than the law allows.”
“How’s that?”
“Rules don’t let us have more than two dollars spending money,” replied Ned carelessly. “We’re supposed to hand the rest over to Marm and she doles it out to us. But no one pays any attention to that. I’ve got about eight dollars upstairs in my collar-box.”
“Gee!” Cal’s eyes got big. “Ain’t you afraid to lose it?”
“No; why? How could I lose it? It’s in my bureau drawer.”
“I wouldn’t want to have that much lying around, though,” Cal said. “I’d be mighty nervous about it.”
“I tell you what,” said Ned. “I’ll lend you a couple of dollars so you can get your football togs in the morning. You can pay me back later, when you get your money from home.”