"How much will you take for it?" he inquired.
"One million dollars," said Todd.
The idea seemed to take, and he sold the rest of the contents of the trunk at fabulous prices, an old copy of Fox's Christian Martyrs going at enough to pay the national debt, for the simple reason that it had pictures in it.
"Hold on," said Billy at last; "let's stop this. I have an idea."
"What is it?" said Todd.
"Let's send Uncle Passmore" (the Professor's name was Passmore Webster Bibby) "a valentine. To-morrow's Valentine day, you know. Let's write him out a kickogram."
"Kickograph," corrected the other.
"Do you know he says he can read all those things?" said Todd. "So let's make him a 'sticker.'"
"And here's the very thing to write it on," exclaimed Billy, flourishing the roll of parchment.
They procured a pen, and diluting the ink with water to make it faint, they spread the valentine out upon the floor.