“Well, yes, I don’t know but I do,” said Clinton; “but that isn’t saying a great deal. Take the year through, I suppose I don’t work much more than half the time. I fuss round in the shop a good deal, rainy days, and in the winter, but I don’t count that anything. I don’t believe I’ve done half the work you have the past year.”
“But you’ve got something to show for your work, while I haven’t got a cent,” added Jerry.
“That’s true,” replied Clinton; “I made out pretty well with my work last season,—put fifty dollars into the savings-bank in a single year.”
“You did!” exclaimed Jerry; “why, you must have quite a pile in the bank by this time; you had about a hundred dollars there, I believe, before I went off.”
“No; I haven’t got much in the bank; it’s less than two hundred dollars now,” replied Clinton.
“You’ll be a rich man, yet,” said Jerry, as if impressed with the magnitude of this nest-egg.
“I don’t know about that,” replied Clinton; “when I get a little more, I intend to spend the whole.”
“You do?” inquired Jerry; “what are you going to buy?”