"Don't you think it's worth the risk?"
"That depends."
"For two dollars a day?"
"Is that what you are getting?"
"Yep. I'm a high-priced performer," insisted Teddy, snapping his
trousers pocket significantly. "I'd jump off the big top, twice
every day, for that figure."
"What are you going to do with all your money? Spend it?"
"I--rather thought I'd buy a bicycle."
Phil shook his head.
"You couldn't carry it, and, besides, nobody rides bicycles these
days. They ride in automobiles."
"Then I'll buy one of them."
"I'll tell you what you do, Teddy."
"Lend the money to you, eh?"
"No; I am earning plenty for myself. But every week, now, I
shall send all my money home to Mrs. Cahill. I wrote to her
about it while I was sick. She is going to put it in the bank
for me at Edmeston, with herself appointed as trustee. That's
necessary, you see, because I am not of age. Then no one can
take it away from me."
"You mean your Uncle Abner?" questioned Teddy.
"Yes. I don't know that he would want to; but I'm not taking any
chances. Now, why not send your money along at the same time?
Mrs. Cahill will deposit it in the same way, and at the end of
the season think what a lot of money you will have?"
"Regular fortune?"
"Yes, a regular fortune.
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