had stationed themselves along six different approaches to the
High School. Each young pranker had his pockets weighted down
with small packages, each containing fifteen pennies.

Purcell, of the junior class, was the first to pass Dick Prescott.

"Hullo, Purcell," Dick greeted the other, with a grin. "Want
to see some fun?"

"Of course," nodded the junior. "What's going?"

"You remember that Prin. asked us, last Friday, to bring in our
fifteen pennies for the Christmas music?"

"Of course. Well, I have my money in my pocket."

"_In pennies_?" insisted Dick.

"Well, no; of course not. But I have a quarter, and I guess Prin.
can change that."

Dick quickly explained the scheme. Purcell, with a guffaw, purchased
one of the rolls.

"Now, see here," hinted Dick, "there'll be such a rush, soon,
that we six can't attend to all the business. Won't you take
a dozen rolls and peddle them? I'll charge 'em to you, until
you can make an accounting."

Purcell caught at the bait with another laugh. Dick noted Purcell's