“When shall we get hold of the money, do you suppose, Roy?”
“I don’t know. Don’t talk about it in that way. It seems awful.”
“Why, Roy, one would think you wished we hadn’t got it. What makes you act so queer about the thing?”
“Because the thing itself seems queer, I suppose.”
“You are not sorry about it, are you? You almost act so.”
“Oh, no, I’m not sorry, but I can’t seem to realize it yet.”
“Well, I can, now I’ve had a little chance to get used to it. I can realize that it means a new tennis suit for me, unlimited pairs of shoes, horses and carriages and perhaps my trip to Canada with the Bowmans.”
“Rex, don’t go on in that strain with the man still unburied. If you only knew how it sounds.”
Reginald looked a little abashed, and as they reached a fork in the road just then, announced that he was going up in the town to see his friend Charlie Minturn.
“Don’t tell him about this,” Roy begged.