“Yes, I know, dear. There were too many in it.”
“Isn't it safe?” said Margaret, turning to Hollowell.
“A great deal more solid than it was,” he replied. “It is part of a through line. I suppose Miss Eschelle found a better investment.”
“One nearer home,” she admitted, in the most matter-of-fact way.
“Henderson must have given the girl points,” thought Hollowell. He began to feel at home with her. If he had said the truth, it would have been that she was more his kind than Mrs. Henderson, but that he respected the latter more.
“I think we might go in partnership, Miss Eschelle, to mutual advantage—but not in building. Your ideas are too large for me there.”
“I should be a very unreliable partner, Mr. Hollowell; but I could enlarge your ideas, if I had time.”
Hollowell laughed, and said he hadn't a doubt of that. Margaret inquired for Mrs. Hollowell and the children, and she and Carmen appointed an hour for calling at the Ocean House. The talk went to other topics, and after a half-hour ended in mutual good-feeling.
“What a delightful old party!” said Carmen, after he had gone. “I've a mind to adopt him.”
In a week Hollowell and Carmen were the best of friends. She called him “Uncle Jerry,” and buzzed about him, to his great delight. “The beauty of it is,” he said, “you never can tell where she will light.”