would cost twenty cents. Wouldn't they, Lanny?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Louise.
"There; one dollar and twenty cents," said Gordon, writing. "I'll take cash for those sodas, Lanny."
"What sodas? Somebody feel his head, please!"
"Don't you worry about my head, old chap. All you have to do is fork over twenty cents."
"What's it for? Do I owe you twenty cents?"
"You owe me two sodas, Lanny, or, to be exact, you owe me one soda and yourself one soda. Being a philanthropist I donate the price of the sodas to this worthy cause."
"Do you mean that I bet the sodas with you?"
"Ex-act-ly! You bet me we wouldn't have a football coach within a week and I bet you we would. And we did. Twenty cents, please!"
"Thunder! So I did!" laughed Lanny, fumbling in his pocket. "But, hold on! Are you sure we got him within the week?"
"Positive," declared Gordon with conviction. "We made the wager the night of the last meeting of this committee, which was a Tuesday. We secured our present capable coach at about nine-
