“About six inches high?” suggested Lanny.
“Eight would be better,” said Bert. “Let’s say eight, shall we? We can get a—an estimate on it right away and then we’ll know how much money we’ll need. How’s that ten dollar contribution of yours getting on, Kid?”
“I’ll have it when you’re ready for it,” responded Kid calmly. “You can count on that all right. If the rest of you fellows do half as well we won’t have any trouble.”
“Kid, you never can get ten dollars,” said Nan reproachfully, “and you know it. Why, how could you?”
“You leave it to me, Nan,” replied Kid with a swagger. “I’ve said I’d get it. All you’ve got to do is to sit tight and wait. Pull that rug around you, Small.”
“Well, somebody ought to send the drawing somewhere and find out how much it’s going to be. I suppose that’s the secretary’s job, isn’t it?”
Kid viewed Lanny reproachfully. “I wasn’t elected corresponding secretary,” he said. “I’m just plain secretary.”
“Yes, you’re plain enough, all right.”
“Of course it’s your place to do it,” said Bert. “Don’t be so lazy. Here, you take the drawing and get busy. We ought to get an estimate by this time next week surely.”
“But where’ll I send it?” demanded Kid. “I don’t know anyone who makes silver cups.”