The ghost of a smile crept over his worn face.
"Miss Vaughan, if I had that delightful power, I'd make a million before I came home for dinner to-night."
"But didn't you make nearly a thousand dollars for your brother Louis?" she asked, after a pause.
"Yes, I did; and it caused me more bother and worry than making eighty times that much out of my own money. Louis is a pretty poor man, you know."
"Yes?" said Cordelia.
"It meant a good deal to him. If I hadn't carried him over on my own shoulders he'd have been hard hit."
"I don't think I should mind the risk."
"One never does, till one tries it."
"I want to try." Then after a moment's pause she said: "Mr. Spaulding."
"Well?"