The dried little man may have meditated much upon the subject, but he certainly had not given a hint of it to any of them.
"Oh, why couldn't you boys do that ?" Rosemary exclaimed breathlessly.
Luck stirred his coffee carefully and did not look up.

"Don't run away with the idea that you can buy a camera for twenty or thirty dollars," he quelled.

"A camera, complete with tripod, lenses, magazines, and cases, would cost about fourteen hundred dollars--at least." That, as he had expected it to do, rather feazed the Happy Family for a few minutes.

They became interested in the food they were eating, and their eyes did not stray far from their plates.
"I can ante two hundred," Weary remarked at last with elaborate carelessness, reaching for more butter.
"See yuh and raise yuh fifty," Andy Green retorted briskly.

"I've got a wife that's learning me to save money." "You can count my chips for all I got." Pink's dimples showed briefly.
"I'll go through my pockets when I get filled up, and see how rich I am.
But, anyway, there's a couple of hundred I know I've got,--counting Acme handouts and all." "We-ell--" the dried little man laid down his fork to rub his chin thoughtfully, "I never had much call to spend money in Sioux, North-Dakoty.