“You do?” exclaimed Paul Perkins, in great surprise. “Whereabouts?”
“In Tacoma. I own some lots there.”
“Then let me tell you, my boy, that you will be a rich man.”
“But I thought prices of land in Tacoma were small.”
“So they are—at present; but it is the future terminus of the Northern Pacific Railroad. When it is completed there will be a boom. How many lots do you own?”
“Five.”
“Take my advice and hold on to them. What square is this?”
They had reached Seventeenth Street.
“Union Square.”
“It’s a pretty place. Is Tiffany’s near here?”