“We’re far enough along now to form a pretty correct figure of what there is in sight, and we’ve got four weeks more to work in.”
“How much will you make?”
“Well, how much do you guess?”
“O, I don’t know,” the girl earnestly replied. “You say it’s come true, and you must mean your fortune we used to talk about; so I guess you’re not disappointed. Everybody’s so curious to know what you’re making.”
“They can keep on being curious. I had enough of people’s curiosity before,” he grimly added. “The work on the beach we have to do outside, but we don’t allow a soul inside the gates now.”
“I know you don’t; and they say the reason is that you’re not cleaning up anything and don’t want any one to know it.”
Ben gave a dry laugh. “Or else we don’t want any one to know how much we’re making. Why wouldn’t it work that way?”
“It would,” said Beth. “Do tell me, Ben; I’m just dying to know! How much will it be?”
“From ten to twelve thousand dollars.”
“What! You don’t really mean it?”