"I wouldn"t wear one of them rigs on a bet," he had scoffingly answered.

"One hundred and twenty-five dollars," Bud now replied modestly.

"Gee! you take the cake!" said Bobby.

Amarilly was sorry that she had to call Bobby"s name next. But Bobby had a surprise in store for them all.

"Forty-eight dollars!" he cried gleefully, giving Flam, Milt and Gus exultant glances, "Beat the hull of ye, except Bud!"

"How in the world did you ever do it on paper routes?" asked Amarilly wonderingly.

Bobby winked at his mother.

"Shall we tell our secret?" he asked. "You tell, Ma."

"You see," she explained, "when the clo"es are bilin" arter you hev all gone to work and to school, I"ve made twenty little pies and when Bobby got out of school, he"d come hum and git "em and take "em up to the High School. The girls bought "em at five cents apiece. The stuff to make "em cost about two cents a pie."

"And Bobby got all the profit!" expostulated Milt indignantly.

"Bobby paid me by taking the clo"es offen the line and bringin" them in every night, and fetchin" the water," she replied chidingly. "We was goin" to keep it a secret till he got enough to buy a pony."

"But I"d ruther buy a house," said Bobby.

"I ain"t got enough to come in no snidikit," sobbed Co. "I ain"t saved much."

"That"s because you spend all you earn on candy," rebuked Milt.

"I ain"t nuther. I bought me some rubbers and Iry some playthings."

"How much have you got, Co?" asked Amarilly gently.

"Two dollars and ninety-seven cents," she said, weeping profusely.

"I think that"s pretty good for a little girl," said Amarilly. "All you strapping boys ought to chip in out of your cash on hand what isn"t in the bank and give her some so she could be in on it. Here is fifty cents from me, Co."

"I"ll give you fifty, Co," said her mother.

"Me, too," said Flamingus.

The other boys followed with equal contributions, Bud generously donating a five-dollar bill he had received that day for a solo at a musicale given by Miss Lyte.

"Here"s fifty cents from me," said the Boarder, who had remained very thoughtful during this transaction.

"Eleven dollars and forty-seven cents for Co," announced Amarilly.

The little girl"s eyes shone through her tears.

"Seems too bad that Iry is the only one left out," said Mrs. Jenkins.

"When he gits old enough to work, he can come in," said Milt. "Add her up, Amarilly."

"Three hundred and sixty-nine dollars and sixty-seven cents!" almost screamed Amarilly.

"Gee!" chorused the boys.

"Purty near buy the old shack," said Flamingus.

"Our landlord," said Amarilly sagaciously, "is a shark, and he"ll try to get the best of us. I am going to get Mr. Vedder to do the business for us, and he"ll get the deed in all our names."

"Put in Iry"s too," pleaded Mrs. Jenkins solicitous for her Benjamin.

"I"ll put it to vote," said parliamentary Amarilly. "Who"s for Iry?"

"Me, me, me," came from all, though Milt"s response was reluctant.

"I will see Mr. Vedder to-morrow, so we can begin to let the rent apply right off," said Amarilly.

"We"ll take more pride in keeping it fixed up now," remarked Flamingus.

"I"ll mend the windowpanes and the door hinges."

"And I"ll build some stairs and put up a part.i.tion or two," promised the Boarder.

"I"ll paint it," said Gus, proud of his former work in this direction.

Amarilly secretly resolved to select the color.

"I"ll make curtains and rag rugs and sofa pillows," she observed.

"And I"ll buy some cheers and a hangin" lamp," said Mrs. Jenkins. "Don"t all this talk make you want to housekeep?" she asked with a knowing glance in the Boarder"s direction.

He shook his head thoughtfully, but when the boys and Cory had gone to bed, he unfolded a proposition that he had been evolving during their financial discussion, and which now found overwhelming favor and enthusiasm with his hearers.

The next day Amarilly called upon Mr. Vedder at the theatre.

"He"s got more sound business to him than Mr. Derry or Mr. St. John,"

she shrewdly decided.

"When she told him her plan and showed him her figures, he most heartily approved.

"The house, of course, isn"t worth anything," he said, "but land down that way is a good investment. Who is your, landlord?"

She gave him the name and address.

"I am glad you came to me, Amarilly, instead of to your newer friends."

"Oh, you know more about it than they do," she replied, "and besides, some way I wouldn"t feel as if I were bothering you."

"Not a bit of bother, Amarilly, and I hope you will always feel that way."

The ticket-seller was prompt, thorough, and shrewd in the matter. He had a friend in the real estate business, who appraised the property for him, and he proved most diplomatic in his dealing with the surprised landlord, who fortunately chanced to be in dire need of some ready cash.