“Oh!” murmured Joe. “I didn’t understand.” “That’s great!” exclaimed Jack. Mr. Adams smiled. “Doing it for my own protection. I’d rather have something that looked solid and substantial there. I don’t want anything cheap, you know. Here’s Mayer now,” he added as a clerk appeared at the door. “Let’s go down and see what’s to be done.” Joe thought he had never encountered anyone who could rush a thing through as Mr. Adams could. It took him about three minutes to explain his ideas to the carpenter and when he had finished, that gentleman, a taciturn man with a long head and a Scotch burr, could suggest no improvements. “All right, then,” said Mr. Adams briskly. “Get right at it, Mayer. Have it done――when do you want it, boys?” “Whenever it’s convenient, sir. There’s no――――” “This is Saturday. Get it done by Wednesday, Mayer. See that you get a good dull enamel on it, like the walls. Make a good, finished job.” The boss-carpenter nodded. Then: “How about the light, sir?” he inquired. “Light? That’s so. Ought to be one back of the counter. See Purley and Ferris about that and tell them to put up a small dome light, same design as the others here. That’s all, I guess.” A moment later he was being shot upwards in an elevator, Mr. Mayer was silently measuring with a pocket rule, and Joe and Jack, their lease in Joe’s pocket, sought the sidewalk. Outside, Jack capered gleefully. “Nearly a month’s rent free, Joey,” he exclaimed, “and we don’t have to pay for building the stand! He’s a brick, isn’t he?” “Yes,” agreed Joe. “I’m wondering――――” “What?” demanded the other impatiently. “Well, we won’t need so much money as we thought, you see. I guess we can get started on about half of it.” “We’ll buy more stock!” “N-no, we’d better start easy, as we agreed to. What I was thinking was this, Jack. When I said I thought I could get hold of my half the money I had Aunt Sarah in mind. I think she’d loan me thirty dollars if she had it. But I don’t know whether she’d have that much, you see, and――――” Jack interrupted with a laugh. “Not have thirty dollars!” he cried. “Why, your Aunt Sarah is one of the richest women in Amesville, you booby! Everyone knows that!” “She is?” asked Joe in surprise. “I didn’t know it. She’s always so――so careful――――” “Stingy, you mean, don’t you?” laughed Jack.