Morris. Your scheme looks all right. Don't you think so, Gordie?"
"Yes. You'll want help to get the stuff unpacked, I suppose."
"I don't believe so. Louise and Nell are coming around, and Owen, the janitor, will be there to help. I can manage all right. Unless," he added, "you want to have a hand in it."
"I wouldn't be much use, I guess," replied Dick. "I won't come unless I'm needed. By the way, I've got some money for you at home. I've collected all but about three dollars."
"Me, too," said Gordon. "Only I've got more than three to get yet. Some of the younger fellows hate like anything to give up their money. Get in, Dick, and I'll turn her over."
"Coming along, Morris?" asked Dick, climbing in and laying his crutches in the improvised rack on the running-board. "You can sit on the floor if you don't mind."
"Get in the seat," said Gordon. "I'll squat. All set?"
"All set," answered Dick. Gordon twirled the starting crank and Eli began to whir merrily. Gordon closed the gate behind the car and seated
