of years I'll get rid of the Miller place for at least sixteen
thousand dollars. I've never known a time when real estate money
came in as easily."

"Is he talking about real money?" grunted Darrin. "He can't be!"

"He is," Tom declared. "That's Buller, of Wrenville. He is a
very successful man in real estate. Father knows him."

"Humph! Talking of thousands, when a few ten dollar bills would
fix us for the summer," muttered Dave Darrin. "I wonder if men
ever stop to think how it feels for a boy to go around broke."

"I spoke to my dad along those lines once," smiled Tom.

"What did he say?" asked Danny Grin.

"Oh, dad told me there was no objection whatever to my starting
out and earning a lot of money. He explained that was how he
had gotten his."

The other youngsters were smiling now, for, as was well known
to them all, Mr. Reade wasn't credited with possessing a great
deal of money.

"Well, are you fellows coming down to my place to look over the
catalogue?" Dave proposed once more. "It'll help to kill time
during our suspense."

Though they felt rather foolish about spending their dollars before