Le' me see: fifty dozen birds at three dollars a dozen!
That's--that's jest----"
Godfrey straightened up, locked his fingers together, rested his
elbows on his knees and looked down at the pile of ashes in the
fire-place.
"It's a heap of money, the fust thing you know," said Dan. "It's
fifty dollars. Dave told me so."
"Fifty gran'mothers!" exclaimed Godfrey. "Dave done said that jest to
make a fule of you. It would be fifty dollars if he got only a dollar
a dozen. If he got two it would be a hundred dollars, an' if he got
three, it would be----"
Godfrey stopped, believing that he must have made a mistake
somewhere, and stared at Dan as if he were utterly bewildered. Dan
returned the stare with interest. "A hundred dollars!" he repeated,
slowly. "That thar Dave of our'n goin' to make a hundred dollars all
by hisself! Some on it's mine."
"It's more'n that, Dannie," said Godfrey, who, as soon as he could
settle his mind to the task, went over his calculations again, adding
the astounding statement--
"An' if he gets three dollars a dozen, he'll get a hundred an' fifty
dollars for the lot."
Dan's astonishment was so great that for a few seconds he could not
speak, and even his father looked puzzled and amazed.
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