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"Hey, Laura!"

The side window of James Belding's jewelry store was open behind the grillwork of strong steel bars. Laura had just finished dusting the inside of the last show case in the row on that side of the wide shop, and had replaced the trays. This was Laura Belding's usual Saturday morning task; her father would not trust Chet to do it, although the lad often waited on customers.

Just now Mr. Belding was at the front of the store, showing a tray of his most valuable rings to a customer. The shopper was a stranger to both the jeweler and his daughter, who were alone in the place; therefore Mr. Belding's eyes did not leave the tray before him.

"Hey, Laura!"

The call was repeated in a loud "stage whisper"; the sound came from the open window. Laura started and turned to look. She could see a fly-away mop of flaxen hair, a line of forehead, and two sparkling brown eyes.

"Bobby Hargrew!" she cried, and went to the window.

"Oh, Laura! I want something," whispered her friend, fairly dancing up and down outside the window. "I've got such a scheme!"

"What is it now?" asked Laura, sedately. "Bobby" Hargrew's schemes were often very crack-brained indeed. Everybody-except her grandmother-called her "Bobby" instead of "Clara." There were no boys in the Hargrew family; but her father, Tom Hargrew, declared that Clara was just as much fun as any boy. And she certainly was a "fly-away."

"Get your father to let you have that big magnifying glass we were looking at last week, and bring it along to the store," whispered Bobby, chuckling while she preferred the request.

"What for?"

"Never mind! I'll show you when we get to the store. Dad's about to shut up. Hurry, now!"

Tom Hargrew's grocery store was on the block just beyond the Belding shop.

"I-don't-know," murmured Laura, glancing at her father and his customer. "Pa's busy."

"Oh, come on!" cried the harum-scarum Bobby. "I won't hurt the old glass."

Thus adjured, Laura put on her hat and walked slowly to the front of the store with the magnifying glass in her hand.

"Father," she said softly, touching his arm, "I want to borrow this for a little while. I will bring it back."

He nodded. He could not leave his customer then. So Laura walked out of the store and joined her school friend in Market Street. The girls were sophomores in Central High School of the city and they had always lived in adjoining streets, so were very good friends. Bobby was so full of mischief that it was hard to keep her out of trouble; but sometimes the more quiet daughter of the jeweler had a restraining influence over the younger girl.

"Oh, I've got the greatest scheme!" gasped Bobby, choked with laughter. "Hurry up before Daddy closes."

"What have you been doing now?" asked her friend, admonishingly.

"Just dressing one of the store windows-honest to goodness! that's all I've been doing."

"But why the magnifying glass?"

"That's it. You'll see the joke. Hurry," urged Bobby, pulling Laura along the walk.

They came to Mr. Hargrew's grocery store and Bobby halted her friend before the first window. It was tastefully arranged with canned goods and package products; but in the center, in a bed of different colored tissue paper, was an ordinary loaf of bread of small size. Above it was a freshly lettered card bearing the legend:

Why Worry About

THE HIGH COST OF LIVING?

ONLY 5 CENTS

"But I don't see the joke," murmured Laura, turning to her giggling friend, curiously.

"Wait!" cried Bobby. "You'll see. Give me that glass."

She snatched the magnifying glass from her friend's hand and whisked into the store. In a moment she had set the glass in such a way before the loaf of bread that anybody passing the window must look at the bread through it-and the loaf certainly looked to be a huge one for the stated price on the card above.

Laura had to laugh. And she knew it would make many other people laugh before Monday morning. Such little jokes attracted trade, too, and Bobby Hargrew was full of novel ideas. Her father came outside and viewed the advertising display admiringly.

"Hasn't that young one got a great head?" he said. Bobby's capers usually "tickled" her father. Having no son, he made her his companion as though she were a boy.

Already pedestrians had begun to stop before the window and laugh over the joke. Laura turned to go back to her father's store.