"Why, that ought to make you work harder. You should not think of stopping before you have made at least one hundred thousand dollars. Then you could live in a fine house and keep a carriage."
They went on up the street talking and laughing. He gave her the check and she put it in her pocket.
"Now, Callie," he said, "I've rented a flat in the block above where you live and have bought some furniture for it. I want you to select the carpets, curtains and other things for me, as I don't know what they are worth, or even what sort to get. I am preparing a surprise for my aunt and sister."
"Oh, that is good of you! They don't know of your good luck yet?"
"They don't even dream of it."
"Oh, what a surprise it will be to them. Of course I will help you, Fred. Where are you going to buy?"
"Come along with me," and they went to a big store where he had already purchased some things. She had good tastes, good judgment and was a quick buyer. In half an hour she had made the selections; Fred paid the bill and ordered everything put into the flat as soon as possible.
Then he saw her home, left her at the entrance and made his way across town toward his aunt's humble abode. She was still at work over the tub, and, as a matter of course, very tired.
"I'll break all that up in a few days," he said to himself.
Two days later Broker Bowles said to him: