Dolly’s hand was at her side, clutching the bench. Carter’s hand still clasped it. Neither spoke or looked at the other. For an instant, while the crowd, no longer so good-natured, mocked and jeered at itself, the two young people sat quite still, staring at the green field, at the white clouds rolling from the ocean. Dolly drew a long breath.
“Let’s go!” she gasped. “Let’s thank him first, and then take me home!”
They found Dromedary in the paddock, and thanked him, and Carter left Dolly with him, while he ran to collect his winnings. When he returned, he showed her a sheaf of yellow bills, and as they ran down the covered board walk to the gate, they skipped and danced.
Dolly turned toward the train drawn up at the entrance.
“Not with me!” shouted Carter. “We’re going home in the reddest, most expensive, fastest automobile I can hire!”
In the “hack” line of motor-cars was one that answered those requirements, and they fell into it as though it were their own.
“To the Night and Day Bank!” commanded Carter.
With the genial democracy of the race-track, the chauffeur lifted his head to grin appreciatively. “That listens good to me!” he said.
“I like him!” whispered Dolly. “Let’s buy him and the car.”
On the way home, they bought many cars; every car they saw, that they liked, they bought. They bought, also, several houses, and a yacht that they saw from the ferry-boat. And as soon as they had deposited the most of their money in the bank, they went to a pawnshop in Sixth Avenue and bought back many possessions that they had feared they never would see again.