Nancy. Scared?

Simon. Yes; the thing looked too big. I said to myself, some poor fellow will get into this, ’twill bust and up goes his all. And then I’d been reading about rich men’s not being able to enter the eye of a camel, you know; and says I, I’ll be no party to any such business. There’s nothing shabby about me. I’ll sell out. Sold the next day at forty, and three days after the Iris was all in my eye: it busted.

Nancy. But you didn’t.

Simon. No, Nancy; I made forty thousand dollars. I’ve got it now, and it’s the thing I mean to stick to——

Nancy. Why, Simon, you’re a rich man.

Simon. Oh, so-so, so-so. You wait until we get our railroad, though.

Nancy. Our railroad?

Simon. That’s one of my rings. I’m in lots of ’em.

Nancy. Where does this railroad run?

Simon. Into my pockets, if government will help it. You see it’s not laid out yet, but the papers are in proper trim for a grant.