They'll go scouting among the listed properties first--and they may not find this one until I am asking them two hundred and fifty for it." That afternoon, Johnny, always prompt, was ahead of time at the final committee meeting of the Babies' Fund Fair, but Constance Joy did not seem in the least surprised at his punctuality.
"I was in hopes you'd come early," she greeted him.

"I want to show you the score board of your game." "Honest, did you make one ?" he asked, half-incredulous of his good fortune, as she led the way into the library; and his eyes further betrayed his delight when she showed him the score board itself.
"See," she pointed out, "you were to make five thousand dollars an hour for two hundred working hours, beginning on April twenty-second and ending May thirty-first." Johnny examined the board with eager interest.

It was ruled into tiny squares, forty blocks long and seven deep.
"I want to frame that when we're through," he said, admiring the perfect drawing.
"Suppose you lose ?" she suggested, smiling to herself at his unconscious use of the word "we".
"No chance," he stoutly returned.

"I have to paste a five-thousand-dollar bill in each one of those blocks." "You've kept your paste brush busy," she congratulated him, marveling anew at how he had done it, as she glanced at the record which she had herself set down.

"I have the little squares crossed off up to two hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars." "The money's in Loring's bank," he cheerfully assured her.