"And this is late Saturday afternoon." Dan Dalzell was not in his usually jovial spirits.

His heart was as much set on going as was Dick's, but Dan now felt that the pleasure jaunt was simply impossible.
"Let's meet on Main Street after supper," Dick proposed.

"Perhaps by that time we'll have found an idea or two." "If we can find a pocketbook or two lying in the Main Street gutter, that will be something more practical than finding ideas," Tom replied with a doleful shake of his head.

"But perhaps we'll really find the pocketbooks.

Such things are told of in story books, anyway, you know." "If we find any pocketbooks," smiled Dick, "our first concern after that will be to find the owners of them.