Tish by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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hundred. I was to duplicate the amount. But just at that time a--a young
brother of mine in the West got into difficulties, and I--but why go into family matters? It would have been easy enough for me to pay my part of the purse out of my share of the gate money; but the committee demands cash on the table. I haven't got it." Tish stood up in her car and looked out over the track. "Twenty-five hundred dollars is a lot of money, young man." "Not so much when you realize that the gate money will probably amount to twelve thousand." Tish turned and surveyed the grandstand. "That thing doesn't seat twelve hundred." "Two thousand people in the grandstand--that's four thousand dollars. Four thousand standing inside the ropes at a dollar each, four thousand more. And say eight hundred machines parked in the oval there at five dollars a car, four thousand more. That's twelve thousand for the gate money alone. Then there are the concessions to sell peanuts, toy balloons, lemonade and palm-leaf fans, the lunch-stands, merry-go-round and moving-picture permits. It's a bonanza! Fourteen thousand anyhow." "Half of fourteen thousand is seven," said Tish dreamily. "Seven thousand less twenty-five hundred is thirty-five hundred dollars profit." "Forty-five hundred, dear lady," corrected Mr. Ellis, watching her. |
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