"Yes. Could you, Mel?"
"Well, I haven't the fifty; but I have a Liberty Bond that I could sell and get the money."
"That seems a shame," objected Paul.
"Oh, I don't care. I'm game. Anything rather than having the whole school twit me of messing the accounts."
"I don't care about being joshed, either," declared Paul. "Still—"
"Something's fussing you. What is it?"
"Well, you see, Mel, I've been doing extra work at home in order to earn enough money for a typewriter. I've just got it saved up. It'll have to go into this, now."
"Darned hard luck, old man! Don't do it if you don't want to. Maybe I can—"
"No, you can't! I wouldn't think of having you pay the whole hundred, even if you had the money right in your hand. This snarl is as much mine as yours. We probably haven't planned right. We've overlooked something and come out short."
"We might let the bill run until another month, I suppose," Melville presently suggested.