"Mr.Fits didn't think to look for that.

It's my five dollars left out of Mrs.Dexter's present, and is the money that I'm going to pay my share of the camp expenses with.

But, on second thought, I believe I'll drop out of that camping scheme." "Why ?" asked Mr.Prescott, in a rather sharp, queer voice.
"Because this five dollars will fool Mr.Fits in another way.

I can go to-morrow and get mother another fan like the first one." Mr.Prescott's eyes flashed proudly for a moment as he answered, a bit huskily.
"You could do that, of course, young man, but your mother would never forgive you for cheating yourself out of the one pleasure you want most." "Sometimes," spoke Dick gravely, "there's more fun in doing without a pleasure, when you can find another that is worth more to you." The tears stood in Mrs.Prescott's eyes.

She rose and dropped both arms around her boy.
"If we absolutely needed your money, Dick," she said, "I know how cheerfully you would do without your pleasure for our sakes.