"Do you mean that?" asked Henry earnestly.
"Sure."
"Then I will," and Henry appeared much relieved.
"In fact, if you want more I'll lend it to you," continued the millionaire's son.
"Are you in earnest?"
"Of course I am. Why?"
"Well, to tell you the truth I hated to pay back that fifty dollars. I mean I still had a use for it. In fact, if I had a little more I could branch out—I'm a sort of a little tree now—like one of those saplings they set out. I need branches."
"Tell me about it," suggested Dick.
"Well, if I had two hundred dollars more I could buy out the business of Moses Cohen, who deals in old metal. He's getting too feeble to carry it on, and I heard it was for sale. I made some inquiries and I found I can get it for about five hundred dollars."
"But you said two hundred and fifty was all you needed."
"So it is. I'm only going to pay half cash, and give a mortgage for the balance. That's the safest way. So I was in hopes you wouldn't take that fifty. I might induce him to take this on account and wait a while for the two hundred."
"He needn't wait at all," interrupted Dick. "I'll let you have two hundred more, with pleasure," and he drew out his check book with a little flourish.
