marked Dick, "so you'll know just where the lettering goes and all that."
"Oh, dear, you're just trying to make it harder!" sighed Louise. "You're quite right, though; only I'm sure I don't know who could do it. I know I couldn't. Could you, Lanny?"
"Great Scott, no! I can't draw a straight line."
"Oh, you'll find someone," said Dick reassuringly. "Or," struck by a sudden thought, "I'll tell you what, Louise. There's a chap here in town, a civil engineer named Addicks, who would probably be glad to make a drawing of the thing. I was going to speak to you about him later. He's out of work and having rather a hard time of it. Fudge and Perry Hull came to see me this evening just before I left the house and told me about him. The two kids were quite excited; wanted me to see you and ask you to try and get your father to give him some work. Philanthropy's rather a new stunt for Fudge, but he made out a bully case for the chap; got me all wrought up about him! Fudge says he has a room in that block where Ginter's Bakery is and cooks his own meals there and is frightfully hard up."
"The poor man!" said Louise.
"Yes, according to Fudge, he lives on sausages and bread and coffee."
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