“I was afraid that you would be angry with me for playing that trick on you.”
“Then you mean to give me back that money?” said Mr. Cary.
“Oh, dear no,” she cried. “I couldn’t do that. You see, I have spent all that money. We had to move this morning, and then my brother, Harold, had some debts that I had to pay. New York is an awfully expensive place, and I want money. You have brought me some, haven’t you?”
“I should suppose your husband would supply your needs?” said Mr. Cary. “When does he reach here from Chicago?”
“I hope not soon, Papa Cary, for then I would have to stop seeing you. And I mean to see a good deal of you. Do you know what I am going to do this afternoon? I am going to give you a nice dinner. You gave me a nice one yesterday. Only you’ll pay for this one, just as you did for the one yesterday. That is, if you have brought me some money. Have you?”
“Have I?” asked Mr. Cary. “Well, yes, I have brought you some. Here is a hundred dollars.”
He handed the roll to her.
“Only a hundred,” she said, as she took it. “That is not handsome, Papa Cary. I thought it would be five times as much. But I’ll take this, and you will have to give me more money five times as often, if you only give it in such little bits.”
“I’ll give you a good deal more if you will do something for me I want you to.”
“What is that?”