With twenty-five dollars in his hand, Henry felt like a millionaire as he edged through the crowd to the gate.  
"That's the boy," he heard many a person say when he was forced to hold his silver cup in view out of harm's way.
 
When Dr. McAllister drove into his yard he found a boy washing the concrete drives as calmly as if nothing had happened. He quietly, for he had stopped at the Fair Grounds for a few minutes himself, and held a little conversation with the score-keeper. When Henry faithfully repeated the list of winners, however, he said nothing about it.
 
"What are you going to do with the prize?" Dr. McAllister.
 
"Put it in the bank, I guess," replied Henry.
 
"Have you an account?" asked his friend.
 
"No, but Jess says it's high time we started one."
 
"Good for Jess," said the doctor absently. "I remember an old uncle of mine who put two hundred dollars in the savings bank and forgot all about it. He left it in there till he died, and it came to me. It amounted to sixteen hundred dollars."
 
"Whew!" said Henry.
 
"He left it alone for over forty years, you see," explained Dr. McAllister.
 
When Henry arrived at his little home in the woods with the twenty-five dollars (for he never thought of putting it in the bank before Jess saw it), he found a delicious lunch waiting for him. Jess had boiled the little vegetables in clear water, and the moment they were done she had drained off the water in a drainer, and heaped them on the biggest dish with melted butter on top.
 
His family almost forgot to eat while Henry recounted the details of the exciting race. And when he showed them the silver cup and the money they actually did stop eating, hungry as they were.
 
"I said my name was Henry James," repeated Henry.
 
"That's all right. So it is," affirmed Jess. "It's clever, too. You can use that name for your bank book."
 
"So I can!" said Henry, delighted. "I'll put it in the bank this very afternoon. And by the way, I brought something for dinner tonight."
 
Jess looked in the bag. There were a dozen smooth, brown potatoes.
 
"I know how to cook those," said Jess, nodding her head wisely. "You just wait!"
 
"Can't wait, hardly," Henry called back as he went to work.
 
When he had gone, Benny frolicked around noisily with the dog.
 
"Benny," Jess exclaimed suddenly, as she hung her dish towels up to dry, "it's high time you learned to read."
 
"No school now," said Benny hopefully.
 
"No, but I can teach you. If I only had a primer!"
 
"Let's make one," suggested Violet, shaking her hair back. "We have saved all the wrapping paper off the bundles, you know."
 
Jess was staring off into space, as she always did when she had a bright idea.
 
"Violet," she cried at last, "remember those chips? We could out letters like type—make each letter , you know."
 
"And stamp them on paper!" finished Violet.
 
"There would be only twenty-six in all. It wouldn't be hard," said Jess. "We wouldn't bother with capitals."
 
"What could we use for ink?" Violet wondered, wrinkling her forehead.
 
"Blackberry juice!" cried Jess. The two girls clapped their hands. "Won't Henry be surprised when he finds that Benny can read?"
 
Now from this conversation Benny gathered that this type-business would take his sisters quite a while to prepare. So he was not much worried about his part of the work. In fact, he sorted out chips very cheerfully and watched his teachers with interest as they dug carefully around the letters with the two knives.
 
"We'll teach him two words to begin with," said Jess. "Then we won't have to make the whole alphabet at once. Let's begin to teach him see."
 
"That's easy," agreed Violet. "And then we won't have to make but two letters, s and e."
 
"And the other word will be me," cried Jess. "So only three pieces of type in all, Violet."
 
Jess cut the wiggly s, because she had the better knife, while Violet struggled with the e. Then Jess cut a wonderful m while Violet sewed the primer down the back, and gathered a cupful of blackberries. As she sat by, crushing the juice from the berries with a stick, Jess planned the ink pad.
 
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