Next day the turbine was set up and tested again in Mr. Whiteley’s machine shop, and all the papers were signed.
That’s about the end of the story of Marcus Aurelius Fortunatus Tidd and the turbine. But you might as well know that the invention was a great success. Mr. Tidd did get rich. Money came in so fast he didn’t know what to do with it, so he just let Mr. Abbott look after it for him.
It was a good thing for every one of us boys, because Mr. Tidd said we had helped so much he had to do something for us; and next year, when we’re through high school, he’s going to send the whole four of us to college together.
And Sammy? Mr. Tidd fixed it up with the poor-farm so Sammy won’t be disturbed, but can go all over whenever he wants to. And there’s no danger of his going hungry or wanting anything as long as he lives.
Uncle Ike keeps right on driving the bus, because that’s the thing he enjoys the most—says it’s interesting and instructive. He told me it was a better education than going to college, but I don’t put much stock in that.
And there you are! Taking it all together, we had quite a time of it, and lots of excitement, and every bit of it was due, just as I prophesied, to having a fat boy that stuttered in town.
THE END