She’d heard all that. “How much a share is your stock?”
“It’s only $25 now. But I guess it won’t ever be as low again. This time next year—” He felt for his watch. When he saw what time it was this year, slowly he pulled his slack figure together and stood up.
“You’re going to wait—” began Mrs. Mar.
“I promised t’ meet a man about now.”
“Somebody who wants to join your company?” said Mrs. Mar, with a pang.
“I guess so.”
“I could take twelve shares to start with, only—”
“I guess y’ better talk it over with y’ son.” Blumpitty had stooped and was feeling under the chair for his hat.
“It isn’t that,” said Mrs. Mar a little sharply, for the idea of taking counsel with her son appealed to her much less now that Blumpitty recommended it. “But I’m not sure I won’t have to buy a second ticket for my daughter.”
“No danger o’ that.”