"Absolutely."
Clayton half laughed at her earnestness.
"Have you any money?" he asked suddenly.
"No," admitted Martha, reluctantly. "That is, not much."
"Then how will you begin?"
"I don't know."
"You will find money very necessary."
"I'll manage somehow," declared Martha, with conviction.
Clayton gazed at her curiously for a few moments. Something about the girl must have struck him as being distinctly out of the ordinary. Twice he started to speak, but each time hesitated as though uncertain what to say. "I've got an idea," he blurted out finally.
Martha turned toward him inquiringly, but did not speak.