His father could not resist his appeal.
"Why, certainly, Frank," he replied.

"I'll trust you." And he counted out six five-dollar certificates of the Third National's own issue and two ones.

"There you are." Frank ran out of the building with a briefly spoken thanks and returned to the auction room as fast as his legs would carry him.

When he came in, sugar was being auctioned.

He made his way to the auctioneer's clerk.
"I want to pay for that soap," he suggested.
"Now ?" "Yes.