“Gold pieces would be nice,” suggested Daisy, thinking hard, “if you could get hold of some. Maybe we could.”
“Ah!” said Pete. “But Thomas had a gold filling in one tooth. We took it out and ran it up to half a pound or so. Then we melted that into a little brick and put it on the demonstrator. Darling, you’d really be surprised if you looked in the woodshed.”
“And there’s jewelry,” said Daisy. “It would be faster still!”
“If you feel in the mood for jewelry,” said Pete tenderly, “just look in the vegetable bin. We’d about run out of storage space when the idea occurred to us.”
“I think,” said Daisy enthusiastically, “we’d better get married right away. Don’t you?”
“Sure! Let’s go and do it now! I’ll get the car around!”
“Do, darling,” said Daisy. “I’ll watch the demonstrator.”
Beaming, Pete kissed her ecstatically and rushed from the laboratory. He rang for Thomas, and rang again. It was not until the third ring that Thomas appeared. And Thomas was very pale. He said agitatedly:
“Beg pardon, sir, but shall I pack your bag?”
“I’m going to be—Pack my bag? What for?”