We'd have to build a few interior sets." Rosemary had her eyebrows tied in little knots, she was thinking so fast.
"I'll write the Little Doctor that she can have my silver teaset," she informed Andy impulsively.

"She offered me fifty dollars for it, you know.

That would buy lots of beans!" Luck looked at her, but he did not say what was in his mind.

Instead he reached into an inner pocket and drew out his passbook, "I've got eighteen hundred and ninety-five dollars in the bank," he announced, reading the figures aloud.

"And my car ought to bring three or four thousand,--if I can find the man that tried to buy it a month or so before I took the Injuns back.