“Chase, how soon can you get the rest of the stock?”
“I don’t quite know. But since the dishes seem to be done, let’s go into the library and find out.”
He led the way, and examined the mail that Marvin had brought. One by one he tossed the letters aside till he reached a Boston postmark. Then he learned what he sought, and smiled with surprise.
“Asher, I don’t know whether I’ll get that hundred shares or not. I’ll give a hundred thousand for them, but this young lady owns them.”
He handed Jean the letter, and her forgetmenot eyes opened wide with astonishment. Then she went and brought that crackling old thing which Susan Endicott Hogg had endorsed for her.
She gave him the document, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the chin.
He smiled down at her.
“My dear, I can’t accept it for nothing.”
“But I can’t take pay for it. Stock means dividends for people that don’t work.”
Having let off this bit of dynamite, she escaped by the front door. Instantly both father and son started for the door, but Chase was the quicker and stood blocking it.