“No,” answered Barton slowly. “It has to do rather with an additional provision. The 313 substance of it is that in case you married any one––er––meeting with my approval, you were to be given an allowance of two thousand a year.”
“Eh?”
“Two thousand a year. After that, one thousand a year additional for each child born of that marriage until the total allowance amounts to five thousand dollars. At that point the principal itself is to be turned over to you.”
“Oh, Sally!” called Don.
She came running again. It was still four hours before they would be safely married and many things might happen in four hours.
“Sit down here and listen to this,” he commanded. “Now, do you mind saying that all over again?”
Barton repeated his statement.
“What do you think of that?” inquired Don. “It’s just as though I had my salary raised two thousand a year. Not only that––but the rest is up to you.”
“Don!”
“Well, it is.”