"You've sure guessed right, little gal," he said. "An' I—hope it was dollar time."
At that instant Jeff thrust his way through the crowd, and the warmth of his smile flooded the girl's heart with happiness.
"Say, Nan," he cried, holding out his hand with an enthusiasm that was hardly to be expected in one who has lost, "you got us all beat a mile. You surely have. Sassafras. My old Sassafras. Say, who'd 'a' thought it?" Nan's hand remained clasped in his, and she seemed to have no desire to withdraw it. Jeff looked round into Bud's face. "Do you know what she's won? Do you, Nan?" he went on to the girl again.
Nan laughed. It was all she wanted to do.
"Not a notion, Jeff. I handed you all Daddy gave me. How much was it,
Daddy?"
"Five hundred."
Nan's eyes widened in alarm.
"Five hundred? And I bet it all on—Sassafras!"
"And you've won nearly five thousand," cried Jeff, stirred completely out of himself at the girl's success.
"I—I must have been—crazy," she declared, in an awed voice.