“This year there were fourteen new boys—counting you,” answered Harry.
“We’ll call it twelve,—just a dozen,” said Dick. “How long has the school been running?”
“About thirty years, I think. Papa has had it twelve years, and I think it was almost twenty years old then.”
“All right,” said Dick; “thirty times twelve is three hundred and sixty. Some of them are either dead or have moved, nobody knows where, I dare say, so we’ll call it three hundred. If each one gave five dollars it would be—let me see—”
“Fifteen hundred,” said Harry, proudly.
“What! Nonsense! It must be more than that!”
“Yep. Fifteen hundred,” said Chub.
“But that can’t be right!” exclaimed Dick.
“It is, though,” Chub said with a smile. Dick looked thunder-struck.