“Besides,” added Stanley Pierce, “if you must spend some of your money, Kid, you’d better spend it on eats and have a banquet, eh?”
The idea was hailed enthusiastically by everyone save Kid. Kid smiled bravely and said it was a fine scheme, but when the others wanted him to set a date he was evasive. And before they could pin him down to a flat promise the dinner gong summoned them. Lanny came down a little late and slipped into his seat as unobtrusively as possible. And when Kid deftly exchanged his own pat of butter for Lanny’s, which happened to be larger, Lanny never said a word. He was thoroughly chastened.
After school was over for the day Kid encountered Bert in the corridor upstairs. “When are you going to pay me that quarter?” inquired Kid.
“Oh, some day,” Bert replied. “You don’t need the money now, Kid.”
“Why don’t I? I need it as much as you do. Besides, it—it’s a debt of honor, Bert.”
“Oh, I’ll pay it. I said I would, didn’t I? But a fellow with a hundred dollars doesn’t need——”
“I haven’t got a hundred dollars,” replied Kid sadly.
“Well, then, fifty.”
“I—I haven’t got fifty, Bert.”
“You said you had. Now you’re afraid you’ll have to spend some of it, I suppose.”