“Then I will buy the place.”
“I prefer not to sell. I will try to secure the money.”
Mr. Fenwick went about among those of his friends who he thought might be able to accommodate him with a loan, but there was a stringency in the money market, and no one seemed able to oblige him.
He returned, despondent, from his search, when, as he entered the house, he found a letter awaiting him.
It ran thus:
Dear Father:
I have just arrived in New York on the Etruria. I hope to reach Bayport to-morrow.
Guy.