"I hardly think so," she said, smiling at him. "Of course, you didn't understand what a joke Dad was going to play on Jarrow about the checks."
"What joke!" demanded Trask, turning to her.
"Dad's balance at the International in Manila is only about four thousand dollars."
"Then it might have been anything but a joke if Jarrow had come on for the money and didn't get it," said Trask. "But I suppose the bank would have allowed an overdraft."
"There couldn't be any overdraft. That four thousand is all the cash we've got in the world. Dad's supposed to be rich, but he isn't. We have only a little fruit ranch in Southern California. We've been saving up for ten years for this trip around the world, since mother died. Jarrow would have found himself in trouble if he had attempted to cash those checks."
"I thought your father was a millionaire?"
"There is a man named Locke who has millions in California, but he is not a relative of ours."
"Glad to hear it!" cried Trask. "By George, I'm glad to hear it!"
"Glad that we're not rich! Why, Mr. Trask!"
"I'm—I'm going back to the States," he announced. "On the same boat you do, if you don't mind."