"How much have you got?" said the pawnbroker.
"Three dollars and eighty-four cents," said Patsy.
"And you don't get some more next Saturday night?" said the pawnbroker.
"No," said Patsy.
"Well, you are a good boy," said the pawnbroker; "I can see that already; so I shall sell you this fine glass for three dollars and eighty-four cents,—the very lowest price. I could not do it, but I shall hope that I trade with you again some day."
Patsy put down the money in a hurry, took the glass, and left the shop.
He went to where the crowd was gazing at the kite, took a long look at it himself, and then began renting out the glass at ten cents a look, at which price he found plenty of eager customers.
When they looked through the glass, they read this legend on the face of the kite:
When Teddy Dwyer saw the success of Patsy's speculation, he thought he also had an idea, and running home, he soon reappeared on the square with a large piece of newly smoked glass. But nobody seemed to care to view the wonder through smoked glass, though he offered it at the low price of "wan cent a look," and Teddy's investment was hardly remunerative.