"I don't want praise that I don't deserve," John said, thrusting out his lower lip.
"Oh, you'll deserve it all right. Everybody deserves some praise. How's Eleanor?"
"All right!"
Then Hinde hurried away, and John went home. There was a letter from the Cottenham Repertory Theatre awaiting him, and he eagerly opened the envelope.
"You needn't worry any longer," he said to Eleanor as he took out the contents of the envelope....
He gaped at the cheque and the Returns Sheet.
"How much is it?" Eleanor asked.
"There must be a mistake!..."
"How much is it?" she repeated.
"Sixteen pounds, nine shillings and sevenpence! But!..."