"What are you going to tell me?" cried G. G.'s mother. "I know you've got some good news up your sleeve!"
"Gambler!" cried Cynthia—"cold-blooded, reckless Wall Street speculator!" And the laughter that was pent up in her face burst its bonds, accompanied by hugs and kisses.
"Now listen!" said Cynthia, as soon as she could. "On such and such a day, you took five hundred dollars to a Wall Street broker named Jarrocks Bell—you thought that conditions were right for turning into a Bear. You went short of the market. You kept it up for weeks and months. Do you know what you did? You pyramided on the way down!"
"Mercy!" exclaimed G. G.'s mother, her eyes shining with wonder and excitement.
"First thing you knew," continued Cynthia, "you were worth four hundred thousand dollars!"
G. G.'s mother gave a little scream, as if she had seen a mouse.
"And you invested it," went on Cynthia, relenting, "so that now you stand to double your capital; and your annual income is between thirty and forty thousand dollars!"
After this Cynthia really did some explaining, until G. G.'s mother really understood what had really happened. It must be recorded that, at first, she was completely flabbergasted.
"And you've gone and put it in my name!" she said. "But why?"
"Don't you see," said Cynthia, "that if I came offering money to G. G. and G. G.'s father they wouldn't even sniff at it? But if you've got it—why, they've just got to share with you. Isn't that so?"