"The highest takes which?"
"Say, Laura Thurston."
"Very good; throw."
"You first."
"No. Go on."
Charley threw, with about the same amount of excitement he might have exhibited in a turkey-raffle.
"Five-three," said he. "Now for your luck."
"Six-four! Laura's mine. Satisfied?"
"Perfectly,—if you are. If not, I don't mind exchanging."
"Oh, no. I'm satisfied."