“Spose we go down an look at the trains,” put in Jimmy.
“We’re not allowed to go down stairs after dark,” said Maisie severely.
“I’ll tell you what lets play stock exchange.... I’ve got a million dollars in bonds to sell and Maisie can be the bulls an Jimmy can be the bears.”
“All right, what do we do?”
“Oh juss run round an yell mostly.... I’m selling short.”
“All right Mr. Broker I’ll buy em all at five cents each.”
“No you cant say that.... You say ninetysix and a half or something like that.”
“I’ll give you five million for them,” cried Maisie waving the blotter of the writing desk.
“But you fool, they’re only worth one million,” shouted Jimmy.
Maisie stood still in her tracks. “Jimmy what did you say then?” Jimmy felt shame flame up through him; he looked at his stubby shoes. “I said, you fool.”