"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 chuckled¹ 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?" queried² Dr. McAllister.

 

"Put it in the savings³ 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 remarkable⁴ 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."

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