"I used to, when we were boys. Fifteen or more years ago. I doubt if he'd even remember my name. We went to a public school together. Sam Blaney! Well!"
"You exasperating thing! Don't sit there saying 'Well!' and 'Sam
Blaney!' but tell me what you know of him."
"Nothing, child, nothing. I haven't seen or heard of him for—since we were fourteen years old or so. Where did you pick him up?"
Patty told of her meeting the Blaneys at Lakewood, and of her continuing their acquaintance in New York. But suddenly Farnsworth seemed to lose interest in her story.
"Never mind the Blaneys," he said. "I want to talk to you. What do you think, my girl? I've won out in that matter of business I've been at so long."
"Have you? I'm very glad. I don't know what it was all about, Little Billee, but if you've succeeded in what you wanted to do, I'm very glad."
"Yes, I have. And it means,—it means, Patty, that I shall live in New
York now, all the time."
"Yes?"
"Yes. And it means, too, if this interests you, that I'm a rich man,—a very rich man."
"That's nice, Bill; I congratulate you."