If you had put less timber in them your expenses would not have been so heavy." "Don thought it best to have them strong, so that they would not be broken in handling," said David.
"That was all right.

Now let me see," added Silas, consulting his books; "fifty-five dozen live quails at three fifty per dozen--one ninety-two, fifty; less twenty-eight, leaves one sixty-four, fifty.
Just step around here and sign this receipt." David obeyed like one in a dream.

He put his name to the receipt, and, scarcely knowing what he was about, thrust the package of money which Silas handed him into his pocket and walked out of the store.
"There goes the proudest boy in the United States," said the grocer.
Yes, David was proud, but he was grateful, too.

He was indebted to Don and Bert for his good fortune, and he was sorry that he could do nothing but thank them when they came home.

He went straight to the cabin, and to his great surprise and joy found his mother there.