When Katie got to Mrs. Crandell's house she found her waiting on the
front steps. "I'm at my wit's end," Mrs. Crandell exclaimed. "I've
been on the phone all morning trying to get the dog people at City Hall,
but just because it's Saturday they refuse to answer their phone. I've called
the Humane Society three times but they won't do a thing. They won't even
come out to see the damage. It's absolutely disgraceful."
Katie thought it was absolutely wonderful. There were fifteen nice neat
piles of dog-doo among the dog-don'ts. She scooped them up and presented
her bill for three dollars. Mrs. Crandell sniffed as she paid it.
"You'd think with all the taxes we pay there'd be someone from
the city who would see to this sort of thing. I was just telling Arthur...."
She stopped talking abruptly and pointed across the lawn. One of the
neighbourhood dogs was running this way and that around the yard looking
for more biscuits. Mrs. Crandell turned pale. "Arthur, Arthur, come
quickly. It's another of those horrible dogs coming to make a mess again."
Arthur responded in a flash. He came running out of the front door with
a slingshot in one hand and moth balls in the other. He stopped just past
the steps, loaded, and fired. It was not a very good shot. The moth ball
landed clear across the street and the dog didn't even know he had been
a target. Mr. Crandell loaded another moth ball and took aim.
"I think I better go now," said Katie. She had a feeling that
something was about to happen and she didn't want to be around when it did.
She hurried down the walk and was just at the street when Arthur got off
his second shot. He was definitely getting better. He hit something this
time. The moth ball whizzed straight out into the street and whacked against
the windshield of a passing car. The car screeched to a halt. The driver
got out. Katie didn't stay to see how it turned out but she heard a lot
of it as she walked away. The driver's voice carried for blocks.
Katie worked at her other jobs all afternoon. It was almost three o'clock
by the time she returned home. She was tired but she really didn't mind;
she had ten dollars in her pocket. When Gale came in, she was rich too.
Her two jobs had paid five dollars, but that wasn't the best part. The best
part was that she had collected $15.50 from their newspaper customers. All
of a sudden Katie and Gale had $30.50. It seemed like a fortune.
"Let's put it in the cigar box before we lose it," said Gale.
She opened the box and discovered the lottery ticket. "Where did we
get this from?"
Katie didn't know what to say. She knew how Gale felt about lotteries
and now that the ticket had already lost there wasn't any good way to tell
her. She knew Gale was going to be very mad. Gale was!
"You went out and spent our money on a lottery ticket? You just
sneaked out and did it without telling me?" Katie nodded. Gale threw
the cigar box onto the floor. "Katie Moore, you're a first-class creep.
The money in that cigar box belongs to both of us. You're supposed to be
my best friend and look what you do. You throw away our money on a stupid
"I thought we might win something," explained Katie.
"Well did we?"
"No we didn't," admitted Katie. "But we could have."
Gale groaned and rolled her eyes. Katie picked up the ticket and waved
it at her. "Listen, it wasn't that bad a ticket, you know. We came
very close to winning. Some of the numbers were right. We almost got lucky."
Gale's face turned white. "Which ones?" she whispered.
"Which numbers?" asked Katie. "I don't remember. The
first four I think. What does it matter; you need all six. I took a chance
and I lost. That's all that happened." She stopped talking and looked
at Gale. Gale was shaking her head."You mean you don't need all six
numbers?" Katie asked her.
"Only to win a hundred thousand," said Gale. "If you
have some of the others and they're in the right places you can still win
"How much of something?" asked Katie breathlessly.
"Ten dollars, a hundred dollars, a thousand even. It all depends
where the numbers are and in what order."
Katie groaned. "I didn't write down the winning number. How will
we know if we won or not?"
"They print all the numbers from the week's lotteries in the Saturday
paper," said Gale. "All we have to do is look."
Katie ran into the other room and got the paper. Gale grabbed it from
her as soon as she returned and started to tear through it in search of
the lottery results. Her face was red and she looked very excited.
"For somebody who doesn't believe in lotteries, you sure know a
lot about them," Katie told her.
"Shh," hissed Gale. "I found the numbers. Give me the
She took a long time comparing the numbers. Katie was so nervous she
could hardly sit still. She wished Gale would hurry up. Then all of a sudden
Gale gasped and looked up at her.
"How much? How much?" demanded Katie.
"We won a hundred dollars," said Gale.
Katie grabbed the paper and looked for herself. It was true. It really
was. Katie just stared at the ticket. "Well, what do you know. We're
rich!" she whispered. Then realizing what she had just said, she gave
a great whoop of joy and started jumping up and down on the bed. Gale joined
her and soon they were both doing it.
"We're rich, we're rich," they shouted over and over. "We're
Katie and Gale celebrated. They danced and jumped and whooped all over
the house. It was a good thing that Max and Susie were out. They would have
thought that Katie and Gale had gone crazy.
On Sunday, Katie and Gale made a special trip to the ice-cream store.
They each ordered a sundae - the incredible kind that they had always wondered
about, but never had enough money to buy before. The bill came to four dollars.
Even though it meant spending their whole allowance, they didn't care. There
was $30.50 in the cigar box and $100 from the lottery ticket. They were
hundredaires now and what was the use of being a hundredaire if you couldn't
have a sundae whenever you wanted? They decided right then and there to
have one every weekend - a different one each time until they had tried
"I wonder where we can cash our ticket," said Katie as they
"At one of the banks," said Gale. "I'll try to find out
from my mother which one will do it."
"Okay, but don't tell her why we need to know," said Katie.