"The only, only child of the great Agamemnon Smith, the richest Standard Oil magnate after Rockefeller himself!"
Jim fell into a chair and stared at his father. His father stared at him.
"And that isn't all," said May, gushingly. "Susie's as lovely as she is rich—the sweetest, cutest, brightest and cunningest little thing that ever lived."
"To think that Susie Smith will be our sister!" cried Nell, clasping her hands ecstatically.
"And—and—Jim can change that name of Smith, you know," faltered poor Mrs. Everton, glancing at her husband nervously.
The invalid roused himself and looked up with a smile.
"So he can," he observed, drily. "Hang up your hat, Jim, and let's talk it over."
Jim hung up his hat.