Peter laughed.
"Figure it out for yourself. Half a million—six per cent—fifteen years——"
"Half a million dollars——!"
"A million—or more!"
"A million! God-a-mercy!"
Peter recognized one of Aunt Tillie's expressions, Beth's vocabulary being inadequate to the situation.
"But you haven't got it yet," he said.
"And I daren't think of gettin' it. I won't think of it. I'd get my brain so full of things I wanted it would just naturally bust. Oh lordy!"
Peter laughed.
"You do want a lot of things, don't you?"