“My feet. Did you think it was an automobile?”
“Isn’t he funny?” said Millie.
“You must excuse him, Millie; he isn’t responsible at all times.”
“I s’pose you think that’s amusing,” growled Ed.
“Say, Ed, I want to see you a moment,” said Jack, walking over to a window.
“Well, look at me; I’m on exhibition for the time being,” snickered Potter.
“Oh, rats! Come over here. I want to talk to you. Got any money you want to invest?” he asked as Ed approached.
“Sure—seven cents.”
“Stop your fooling. Got ten dollars? If you have, I’ll put you on to a sure thing.”
“What is it?”