“Nor did I!” cried the little soubrette. “Oh, how can we thank Frank!”
“I don’t know,” said Havener. “Words can’t seem to express what I want to say.”
“Same here!” chirped Cassie.
“Don’t say anything,” laughed Frank.
“But how are we to get all the money to back the piece?” asked Havener.
“I’ll back it myself,” said Frank. “That is, I’ll do it if Chicago and New York does not break me. Of course, I may run against snags in those places. If I get broken, I believe you should be able to find an angel, Havener, in case I do not keep in the business.”
“It’s a shame that you are thinking of leaving just as you’re getting such a start!” cried Cassie.
“I want to get back to college,” said Frank. “I feel something drawing me back there. If I wait longer, my old classmates and chums will be gone. Of course I can go back and finish my course, but it will not be the same. I have made up my mind to return to Yale somehow in the fall.”
“Well,” said Cassie, “whatever you do, I wish you good fortune and happiness, for I am sure you deserve it.”
“Thank you. A man deserves what he wins. I have worked hard to win out, and prosperity seems coming my way at last.”