The young man reached in his pocket and brought forth a handful of crumpled bills and loose change. He counted it carefully.
“Twelve dollars and sixty-three cents,” he announced. “What do you think Frances Stuyvesant will say to that?”
Barton refrained from advancing an opinion.
“What do you think Morton H. Stuyvesant will say?” demanded Don.
No point of law being involved in the query, Jonas Barton still refrained.
“What do you think Mrs. Morton H. Stuyvesant will say, and all the uncles and aunties and nephews and nieces?”
“Not being their authorized representative, I am not prepared to answer,” Barton replied. “However, I think I can tell you what your father would do under these circumstances.”
“What?” inquired Don.
“He would place all the facts in the case 10 before the girl, then before her father, and learn just what they had to say.”
“Wrong. He wouldn’t go beyond the girl,” answered Don.