“All right,” answered Chub cheerfully. “That’s me. I’m the one who attends banquets and does the jollying. You folks do the work.”
“Look here,” said Roy soberly. “Are you fellows in fun or do you—do you really intend to go into this?”
Chub grinned and Harry looked doubtful. Dick, however, answered promptly.
“No, sir, there’s no fun about it!” he declared. “We’re going to do it. Work on the new dormitory begins as soon as school closes in June. Why not? What’s a dormitory, anyhow? Thirty thousand will build it, I guess; and if we can’t scrape up that much before June we don’t deserve it!”
“I’ll bet you anything he believes it!” said Chub in awed tones.
“Of course I believe it,” said Dick stoutly. “We’ll send letters to the graduates asking for subscriptions, and we’ll get the fellows in school interested and make them contribute. I’ll start the ball rolling myself with fifty dollars.”
“Gee!” said Chub. “I can’t give much more than fifty cents, I guess.”
“You’ll give five dollars, anyhow,” declared Dick. “No subscriptions received for less than five.”
“I’ll give five!” cried Harry eagerly. “I’ve got almost that much in my bank.”