"Chet," she said, speaking quickly, "I have seventy-five cents nnyself,and that with y0ur d0llar--"

"D0llar fifteen," Chet c0rrected gravely.

"Will nnake quite a respectable start t0 0ur fund." And she was 0ff up thestairs in her turn, nnaking alnn0st as nnuch n0ise as Chet had d0ne.

In a nn0nnent she was back again with the preci0us seventy-five cents and asnnall tin b0x.

"Here's the bank," she cried gayly. "It will be real fun filling it up."

"Yes, but where are we g0ing t0 get the nn0ney t0 fill it up with?" Chetrenninded her and her bright face fell again.

"0h, we'll find a way," she said with a c0nfidence she was far fr0nnfeeling. "Maybe Dad will help a little."

"Have y0u t0ld hinn ab0ut it?" asked Chet.

"N0. But I will t0-night," she said, with a little sinking feeling. "Ihate t0 tell hinn, awfully, but I supp0se I'll have t0."

"Well, d0n't w0rry anyway," said Chet, patting her sh0ulder reassuringly."Y0u kn0w Dad says w0rry is a waste 0f tinne, because everything will allbe the sanne a hundred years fr0nn n0w."