In spite of herself the girl could not help the exclamation.
"Why?" she went on a moment later.
"Well, if you must have it, I shan't be able to last out this summer—unless a stroke of luck falls to my share."
"Financially?"
"Financially."
"Lablache?"
"Lablache—and the Calford Trust Co."
"The same thing," with conviction.
"Exactly—the same thing."
"And you stand?"