"Dick's folks are dreadful poor, but we might raise it. Twenty dollars to begin with—"
"I've ten dollars laid up, and I know mother'll say pass it right in," exclaimed Ford.
It was hardly likely Mrs. Foster would express her assent precisely in that way, but Frank added:
"I think I can promise five."
"I mean to speak to Ham Morris and mother about it," said Dab. "All I wanted was to fix it about the twenty to start on."
"Frank," shouted Ford, "let's go right in and see our crowd."
Ford was evidently excited, and it was hardly five minutes later when he wound up his story with:
"Father, may I contribute my ten dollars to the Richard Lee Education Fund?"
"Of course, but he will need a good deal more than you boys can raise."
"Why, father, the advertisement says half a year for a hundred and fifty. He can board for less than we can. Perhaps Mrs. Myers would let him work out a part of it."