human
You'll have to take train to Keyport, anyway, Eve, urged her friend, while they were busy making the biscuits.
gpt
There is a better train stops at your station, bound for Centerport; and you can get out at the Hill Station and then it is only a five-minute walk to our school.
human
I know, Laura, said the big girl.
gpt
But do you suppose I can pass?
human
Why not?
gpt
They say that Mr. Sharp is dreadfully _sharp_ on Latin, and that's my weak point.
human
Why, you can cram on Latin in a fortnight. I'll tell you a book to get that will help--and it costs but fifty cents. You can begin right away on it----
gpt
But I haven't got the book yet.
human
You've got the fifty cents, haven't you?
gpt
Yes.
human
Then--what time does your rural delivery man go by the end of the road?
gpt
In about three-quarters of an hour.
human
Run and write your letter to the Keyport bookseller. One of the boys will run out and give the letter to the mail carrier.
gpt
But a fifty cent piece won't be safe in a letter,
human
We--ell----
gpt
And I haven't time to run out there and stop Mr. Cheever, and make out a money order--for fifty cents, too!
human
Humph! ejaculated Laura.
gpt
There's fifty ways of sending fifty cents----
human
Sure, laughed Eve.
gpt
A penny at a time!
human
No. I'm not joking. Write your letter. Give me the fifty cents. I'll find a safe way. Give me the half dollar now. I'll put the biscuits in the pans. Is the oven hot?
gpt
Pretty near.
human
I'll try it--with one biscuit, anyway,
gpt
How you going to send the money, Laura? she demanded.
human
Here's the letter--all ready.
gpt
And the money will be ready in a minute or two. That oven's good and hot,
human
What do you mean? gasped Eve.
gpt
You're not baking the half dollar?
human
Yes, ma'am, laughed Laura.
gpt
That's what I'm doing.
human
It's baking fine, too. I want it to be a hard, crusty one----
gpt
And you've baked the half dollar in the biscuit!
human
That's what I've done. You just add a line to your letter to that effect. Then we'll put the letter and biscuit in that little box, tie it up, address it, and Lance Darby will run out to the road and mail it for you. Be quick now, concluded Laura, whisking the pan out of the oven,
gpt
What an original girl you are, Laura, said Eve, doing as she was bid.
human
Who'd have thought of _that_ way to send coin in the mail?
gpt
Your Aunt Laura thought of it, laughed her friend.
human
For we want nothing to stand in your way of passing that examination, Eve. We need you at Central High.
gpt
most of the town-bred folk had never seen before. The biscuits and