"Oh, Lanny, have you really?" demanded Nell eagerly. "What is it? A show?"
"No questions, I said," laughed Lanny. "I'll tell you on—let me see; this is Monday—on Wednesday evening. We'll have another meeting then, if you like. Meanwhile you folks get busy with those who haven't been asked yet and see what can be done. I'd like to know how much we have to make before I—spring my scheme on you."
"I'm so glad someone's thought of something," declared Louise, with a sigh of relief. "We'll meet again Wednesday, then. Did—did anyone say he wanted to subscribe some more?" And Louise held her list out invitingly. Lanny took it and added his name for another dollar. Dick shook his head with a smile.
"I'd like to, but I'm afraid I can't, Louise."
"Never mind. Gordon, you said you would, didn't you?"
"Yes, I believe I did," sighed Gordon, accepting the paper and taking the pen from Lanny. "And just to prove that a Merrick is as good as his word and a little better I'll put my name down here for—for a dollar and—let me see; if one ice-cream soda costs ten cents, two ice-cream sodas
