“I am not going to buy—I wish to sell.”
“Oh!” Latimer showed his surprise, but she gave him no opportunity to say anything further.
“How much would ten one hundred dollar bonds of the Troy Valve Company bring?” she asked.
Latimer again glanced at her in surprise. “They are selling above par,” he said. “Wait”—and he consulted a printed table of figures—“to be exact, 125-1/2—they fell off a point in yesterday’s market.”
“Let me see”—Judith did a sum in mental arithmetic—“that would net me about $1250.”
“A little more than that,” Latimer completed his memorandum. “If you hold the bonds for forty-eight hours they will recover—industrials are in great demand now.”
“But I want the money.”
“But Judith,” he remonstrated, “don’t sacrifice your bonds. Why not ask your father for a loan?”
“No,”—Judith tempered the refusal—“Father wouldn’t understand. I need the money for—for an emergency.”
“Well, see here, Judith,”—Latimer pulled out his check book—“won’t you let me help out?”