“Well?” said he.
“Yes,” said E. Van Tenner.
“Two stamps?”
“And two cents over for a third. The magic worked.”
“What about the price of the lessons?”
“Lessons?”
“Haven’t you learned anything in the last twenty-four hours?”
E. Van Tenner considered. “I’ve learned that every time I spend a dollar I spend an extra quarter for vanity and a dime for timidity. I’ve learned how to go without things I don’t want, and to stop doing things I dislike myself for doing. I’ve learned the difference between parsimony and thrift.”
“Is it worth anything to you?” insinuated the worker of white magic.
“How many stamps can I take?”