"Jack wanted to go off to Cuba," she continued. "But he got sick again, worrying over stocks, and I guess it was just as well. If he don't keep straight now, and brace up, I'll let him go. I'm not the one to hang around all my life for a silly."
"Perhaps that's what made him try the market again," Sommers suggested.
"No, it was Dresser. He was sporting a lot of money and going with high-toned folks, and it made Jack envious."
"You had better marry him, hadn't you?"
Miss M'Gann moved uneasily on the stone seat.
"He's down there again to-day, I just know. He's given up the Baking Powder place,—they crowded him out in the reorganization,—and Dresser got him a place down town."
"Do you mean he's at the broker's?"
Miss M'Gann nodded and then added:
"Do you remember Dr. Leonard? Well, he made a pile out of a trust, some dentist-tools combine, I think."
"I am glad of it," Sommers said heartily, "and I hope he'll keep it."