“All alone?”
“Entirely.”
“What were you thinking of?”
“Machinery. And a factory.”
“And will it have a tall chimney that belches smoke?”
“I trust ultimately to attain to the kind of a chimney you refer to. At present, I shall have to content myself with a comparatively insignificant one. I have visions of a chimney four hundred feet high some day.”
“Belching ugly smoke?”
“It won’t look ugly to me. It’ll look blissful.”
The biggest sigh of all quivered from afar. “Another dream shattered! My! but I’m growing up fast. I feel a million years old. Anyhow, I’ll never marry Dickie.”
“Wouldn’t if I were you. He doesn’t fight fair. Before he got through he’d have all your dad’s chimneys, as well as his own, and then he’d put you on an allowance. You’d have to account for every pin and needle you bought.”