"Um—well, dunno 'bout that. Found my rooms stuffy. Like country, sleighing, skating, ice yachting, don't you know. Fine air, healthy. Think I'll buy a place up the Hudson. Fact is, negotiating now."
"Really? How's your stock farm?"
"Oh, sold it long 'go. Got tired of it. Can't play with one toy forever, you know. How's the market?"
"It looks to me a little queer to-day," replied the broker.
"That's it! That's what I say. That's the reason I haven't been in lately. Found I was getting rattled. More I figured, further away I got from real conditions."
"It's time to try again."
"H'm; not so sure."
"Luck must change."
"Think so?"
"Oh, I'm certain."