“No, sir,” agreed Chub.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” said Dick with a sigh of relief. “If we’ve been over that thing once we’ve been over it twenty times. Haven’t we, Harry?”
“Yes,” answered Harry. “I know it by heart, every word of it!” She closed her eyes. “‘The Ferry Hill School Improvement Society has been recently formed for the purpose of advancing the int—’”
“We’ll take your word for it,” laughed Roy. “Who’s going to write out fourteen letters, Dick?”
“You, because you write better than any one else.”
“Pshaw,” said Chub, “they ought to be typewritten.”
“That’s so,” Dick agreed. “I didn’t think of that. It won’t cost much.”
“Seems to me,” said Roy, “we’re going to spend a lot of money and maybe we won’t get any in return. We’ll have to pay for printing, paper, and envelops, typewriting the letters, and for stamps. How much have we got, anyhow?”
“Printing and typewriting won’t cost much,” said Dick. “Not over four dollars; and we’ll only need twenty-eight cents’ worth of stamps. And we’ve got—how much have we got in the treasury, Harry?”