"I said never!" she frowned.
"I heard you," he smiled, reassuringly. "I—"
Andrew Barrett and the reporters came up to him.
"What about the men that fell for the beer?"
"Oh, give 'em the left-over grub, if you boys think it's right. But don't print it. The W. C. T. U. would howl at the thought of giving food to people who had first wanted booze."
Grace looked on, marveling at the way he ordered things done and at the way men listened to his words.
"But what about that ten-thousand-dollar cash to the coupon-holders?" asked young Mr. Lubin, finally taking his eyes off the beautiful capitalist. Feeling that he was beginning to condone with capitalistic crimes, he spoke sternly to H. R. in self-defense.
"Oh yes!" said H. R. and turned to Grace. "My dear, I'll have to leave you. Shall I take you to mother?"
Reggie Van Duzen saved him the trip.
"Say, Mr. Rutgers, could I have—"