“Itcan’tmatter。”Ireplied，makinghimhearwithdifficulty，forIwasunusedtospeakinsuchababel，“sinceitisallfun。”

　　“True。”saidhe；“andyoumustalwaysbearinmindthattherealprofitisinthebook-keeping。Itrust，Dodd，tobeabletocongratulateyouuponyourbooks。Youaretostartinwithtenthousanddollarsofcollegepaper，averyliberalfigure，whichshouldseeyouthroughthewholecurriculum，ifyoukeeptoasafe，conservativebusiness。Why，what’sthat？”hebrokeoff，oncemoreattractedbythechangingfiguresontheboard。

　　“Seven，four，three！Dodd，youareinluck：thisisthemostspiritedrallywehavehadthisterm。AndtothinkthatthesamesceneisnowtranspiringinNewYork，Chicago，St。

　　Louis，andrivalbusinesscentres！Fortwocents，Iwouldtryaflutterwiththeboysmyself。”hecried，rubbinghishands；“onlyit’sagainsttheregulations。”

　　“Whatwouldyoudo，sir？”Iasked。

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