"Don't get mad, Fay," said Ned. "Perhaps we can get another ten."
"Where can we get it?"
"Of Aunt Mercy."
"You might, but I can't."
"Well, I'll try to get it for you, if you'll let me take your machine."
"All right," said Phaeton. "When will you go?"
"I might as well go this evening as any time," said Ned.
So it was agreed that he should visit his Aunt Mercy that evening, and see if she would advance the money for a model. I was to go with him, but Phaeton was to be kept entirely in the background.
"Do you suppose Fay can really make anything out of this machine?" said Ned to me, as we were on the way to his Aunt Mercy's.
"I should think he might," said I. "For he is certainly a genius, and he seems to have great faith in it."