“Louise.”
“I don’t know her except to speak to, and I wouldn’t like to ask her. You could, though, couldn’t you?”
“Mm, maybe. I’ve got a better scheme than that, though, Perry. You listen. You know, Dick and Louise are great friends, and if we went to Dick and told him about Mr. Addicks and asked him to ask her to ask her father——”
“Yes, but I don’t think we ought to tell anyone, even Dick Lovering, about Mr. Addicks.”
“We don’t need to tell him that part of it. We’ll just say that he’s a—a tip-top fellow, which he is, and that he’s just come here and needs work like anything; that he has to live in one room and maybe doesn’t have enough to eat, and how he worked his way through college running a livery stable, and lost his money in oil or something, and all that. Dick’s just the fellow to help anyone like that. He—he just loves to help folks!”
“Well, if we could do it that way, without letting out about Mr. Addicks being a train-robber, it would be fine,” replied Perry heartily. “Shall we, Fudge?”
“Uh-huh, we’ll go around to-night and see Dick. I’ll just bet you anything that Mr. Brent could give him a lot of things to do if he wanted to. And I’ll bet Mr. Addicks is the fellow to do them, too!”
“Yes, there’s something about him that makes you know he’s smart,” confirmed Perry enthusiastically. “It would be dandy if we could help him—help him——”
“Get on his feet again,” supplied Fudge, whose literary efforts had provided him with a fine collection of phrases. “Yes, sir, and it’s great we thought of doing it, Perry.”