Where'd you get it, Frank ?" "At Bixom's auction up here," he replied, frankly and blandly.
Mr.Dalrymple had the drayman bring in the soap; and after some formality--because the agent in this case was a boy--made out his note at thirty days and gave it to him.
Frank thanked him and pocketed the note.

He decided to go back to his father's bank and discount it, as he had seen others doing, thereby paying his father back and getting his own profit in ready money.

It couldn't be done ordinarily on any day after business hours; but his father would make an exception in his case.
He hurried back, whistling; and his father glanced up smiling when he came in.
"Well, Frank, how'd you make out ?" he asked.
"Here's a note at thirty days," he said, producing the paper Dalrymple had given him.

"Do you want to discount that for me?
You can take your thirty-two out of that." His father examined it closely.

"Sixty-two dollars!" he observed.