think of the chance for a good time he's had to let slip just for lack
of a little money."

"Fifty dollars isn't a little money, Jess," returned Roy, casting his
line.

"I know it isn't to us, but it is to most of the people we know, Scott
Bowman for instance. Do you suppose we shall ever be rich, Roy?"

"We are rich now; at least you and Eva are, in my opinion."

"We rich?" Eva nearly slipped from her position on the log at the
statement.

"Why, yes; haven't you both contented dispositions, and isn't that
worth a small fortune?"

"But why have you left yourself out, Roy?" Eva wanted to know. "Surely
you who never grumble, are satisfied with things."

"No, I'm not." A flash came into the boy's eyes that made him really
handsome for the moment. "I'm chafing inwardly all the while at having
to be idle this way when it seems there ought to be so much I could do
to help along."

"But you are getting ready to do it as soon as you finish school,"
rejoined his sister. "And you must have a vacation, you know. Besides,
think how much you do to help Sydney."

"Oh, I only do a little copying for him now and then."