"But don't forget to bring us in something good, Prescott." "I won't forget, Mr.Pollock." As Dick went down the street, whistling blithely, he kept his hand in his pocket on the half-dollar.

He had had much more money with him a little while before, but that was to pay to some one else.

This half-dollar was wholly his own money, and, with the prospect it carried of earning more, the High School boy was delighted.
Pocket money had never been plentiful with young Prescott.

The new opportunity filled him with jubilation.
It was not long, however, before a new thought struck him.

He went straight to his parents' bookstore, where he found his mother alone, Mr.Prescott being out on business.
To his mother Dick quickly related his new good fortune.