"What man?" asked mother.
"Why that Gaynor! The idea of selling out a good home in a prosperous State and coming out here! If I could get out of this mud hole to-morrow I just would."
"Oh, no you wouldn't. You have said many a time that Chicago would lead all the Western cities when she was fairly on the march."
"Well—he will never see any of his money or values back again!"
"He disposed of half his plot to Farlie this morning," I interposed.
"What!" The tone was sharp enough to take one's head off.
I repeated my assertion.
"And swapped for another mud hole?"
"No, he wanted lumber and various materials. The rest is in notes."
"Yes, yes, well Farlie'll shave him. Yankees think they are very smart and shrewd, but he will find!" and father nodded vindictively.