"I--I don't know what spot cash is. I'd pay fourteen cents."

Jed rubbed his chin. "We-e-ll," he drawled, gravely, "I'm afraid I
couldn't hardly knock off all that that comes to. But," taking
another and much smaller vane from a shelf, "there's an article,
not quite so big, that I usually get fifty cents for. What do you
think of that?"

The child took the miniature swordfish and inspected it carefully.

"It's a baby one, isn't it," she observed. "Will it tell wind just
as good as the big one?"

"Tell wind? Hum! . . . Don't know's I ever heard it put just that
way afore. But a clock tells time, so I suppose there's no reason
why a vane shouldn't tell wind. Yes, I guess 'twill tell wind all
right."

"Then I think it might do." She seemed a little doubtful. "Only,"
she added, "fifty cents is lots more than fourteen, isn't it?"

Mr. Winslow admitted that it was. "But I tell you," he said, after
another period of reflection, "seein' as it's you I'll make a
proposal to you. Cap'n Eri Hedge is a pretty good friend of mine,
same as he is of yours. Suppose you and I go in partners. You put
in your fourteen cents and I'll put in the rest of the swordfish.
Then you can take it to Cap'n Eri and tell him that we're givin' it
to him together. You just consider that plan for a minute now,
will you?"