"Why," the engineer stammered a little, "I thought you'd have lots and lots of friends that you'd want to let in on the ground floor. But if you haven't, and if my money is as good as another's--you see, it's a grand property--I'm not above longing for an interest in it myself."
"I can't deny," said Wilmot, who had been worrying himself dreadfully about finding the means, "that this looks like easy money to me."
The engineer made generous terms across the dinner-table, and the young Allens borrowed his money from him.
The engineer made generous terms across the dinner-table.
"I suppose," said the engineer hopefully, "that you'll run out from time to time to see how things are getting on?"
"Run out?" exclaimed Barbara; "we are going to live with the proposition until it goes through or under. Aren't we, Wilmot?"
"I hoped you'd feel that way about it, Barbs."
"You knew I would."