"At any rate, we might as well get fifteen dollars while we are about it," said Ned.
"I suppose we might," said I.
CHAPTER III.
AUNT MERCY.
"Good evening, Aunty."
"Good evening, Edmund Burton."
Aunt Mercy was sipping a cup of tea, and reading the evening paper.
"What's the news, Aunty?"
"Another railroad accident, of course."