“Well, no matter about that. I’ve been figuring up on the income that we could get without touching the principal, and I make it $25,000 a year.”
“Oh, Reggie, Reggie, I am afraid you are incorrigible,” groaned his mother.
“Why, I don’t see anything out of the way in doing a little calculating here in the privacy of our home. I don’t go up and proclaim it from the housetops.”
“But you may be reckoning without your host, my dear brub,” interposed Jess. “What if Mr. Tyler had only a thousand in bank instead of five hundred thousand?”
“Yes; we can’t know anything certain till Syd comes home to-night,” added Roy.
“I can’t wait for that,” muttered Rex, under his breath.
He subsided for the rest of his meal, however, but as soon as he had finished went up to his room and proceeded to go through all the pockets of his different suits.
“Short by a quarter,” he murmured as he finally sat down on the edge of the bed and jingled the small change he had collected, “I’ll have to go to mother after all.”
He glanced up at a time-table stuck in the mirror, hurriedly changed his knockabout suit for his best one, and then rushed down to the dining room where Mrs. Pell was helping Eva shell peas for dinner.
He went straight up to her and put his arm affectionately about her neck.