[CHAPTER XIX]
METHUSELAH SUBSCRIBES TO THE FUND
Two days later, on Monday, there was a meeting of the F. H. S. I. S., the call having been hurriedly issued by the secretary-treasurer in person. And when the members of the society were assembled in the barn Harry produced triumphantly three letters.
“They came this morning,” she said excitedly, “and I haven’t opened them yet. I thought you’d all like to be here when I did, you know. Here’s two from New York and one from Cleveland, Ohio, and—and they all feel as though they had something in them!”
“Bully!” cried Chub. “Open ’em up!”
“You do it,” said Harry, handing the letters to Dick. There was a moment of silent suspense while Dick carefully slit the first envelop with his knife. Out came a letter and—a check!
“How much?” cried the others in chorus. Dick looked at it, scowled and glanced at the few lines in the letter. Then:
“Five dollars,” he said blankly.
There was a moment of disappointment, broken by Chub.