“Same here!” laughed Bert.
Lanny only scowled. Kid smiled sweetly.
“I guess by the time we have to pay the money,” he said nonchalantly, “we’ll have enough. Anyhow, just as a starter——”
He reached into his pocket and handed a slip of paper to Nan. She read it to herself and then aloud for the benefit of the others: “Received from Kid Fairchild ten dollars for the Junior Four Fund. Bert Bryant, Treasurer.”
“Do you really mean it, Kid?” Nan demanded delightedly. “Are you really going to give ten dollars?”
“I’ve already given it,” replied Kid carelessly. “Bert’s got it—unless he’s lost it.” Kid’s voice had an anxious tone toward the end, but Bert shook his head.
“I’ve got it,” he said. “And I’ve saved seventy-five cents myself. So all we need now is four dollars and a quarter. We can get that all right. I dare say this fellow won’t get the mug made for a month or so.”
“Of course we can!” declared Nan delightedly. “Only—only it doesn’t seem quite fair for Kid to give so much, does it?”
“He’d better pay his debts with it,” growled Lanny.