"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Why, Ma says Andy's letter was to tell you he's made a fortune."
Sam groaned.
"Well, hasn't he?"
"No."
"What was his letter about, then? He ain't after money, to borrow it off'n you, is he?"
Sam shook his head.
"Because, if Andy wants to try any of his get-rich-quick games on us, he better guess again. He's got to take his chances with all the other fancy dancers, that's all there is to it. It's a poor pie won't grease its own tin."
"He don't want to borrow, Martha. He——"
"Well——?"