"Yes, mum," and the immobile Barlow departed to make the oft-repeated inventory.
"I expected this to come, Harvey," she began as soon as they were alone. "I know the president of the Argus—or of the company, or whatever you call it. I'm not such a hermit as some people think. But I've been wishing for something better for you, Harvey—can you guess what it is?" her words ending in a nervous little cough.
Harvey's face showed how innocent he was of any such knowledge.
"Well, it keeps running in my mind that you ought to own that paper."
Harvey gave a little laugh. "That's what Mr. Crothers was saying," he began confusedly; "he thinks we could do wonders if we had it between us—but of course it's out of the question. It would cost—oh, I don't know how much."
"I know all about that," and Miss Farringall's cheek had a strangely heightened colour. "I've looked into all that," she added in a low tone; "and do you think you could? Would Mr. Crothers really make a good partner?"
Harvey stared. "He's a jewel, Miss Farringall, every way—but why do——"
"Excuse me," Miss Farringall interrupted with authority. "Let me proceed. I want to make an investment. I want to buy a business that belongs to you and Jessie. Sign that paper, please," as she handed him the document Barlow had brought.
Amazement took possession of Harvey as he read.
"Close your lips, Harvey—when you're excited, breathe deep; it's a great sedative," and Miss Farringall smiled as she watched his face.