"How do you do it?" asked Reddy, standing with his back to the fire.
"It's very easy," answered Chuck with a grin. "There's a ten cent piece
on the bottom of that pan and you've got to pick it up with your lips
without using your hands to help."
"I'd have left my hands at home tonight, if I'd known they were to be of
so little use," laughed Herbie.
"Oh, you'll need them later on," replied Chuck, "see if you don't."
"Three at a time," called out Father, "in a three minute try to see who
can find the dime. Hopie, you, Toad and Fat try first."
[Illustration: The boys screamed with laughter as the queer-looking
things bumped about on the table.]
Down went all three boys on their knees before the pan of flour and down
into the flour went the three faces. Such a puffing and blowing that the
flour rose like a white cloud and settled on the heads of the three who
were pushing each other about in their efforts to find the money.
"They look like a lot of hungry pigs," laughed Reddy.
"You're not sick, are you Toad?" asked Herbie, "your face looks so
pale," at which everyone laughed.
Suddenly Hopie Smith jumped up with the flour falling from his face and
the dime held fast between his lips.
"Hurrah; three cheers for Hopie," shouted all the boys.
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