“What do you think you should pay her?”
“I should say she is worth a hundred dollars a month.”
“Then she must be worth two hundred. Wire her to come and start her at that figure.”
CHAPTER XVIII
Promptly at six Linder drew his automobile up in front of the Transley summer home with Grant and Murdoch on board. Wilson had been watching, and rushed down upon them, but before he could clamber up on Grant a great teddy-bear was thrust into his arms and sent him, wild with delight, to his mother.
“Look, mother! Look what The-Man-on-the-Hill brought! See! He has fire in his eyes!”
Transley and Y.D. met the guests at the gate. “How do, Grant? Glad to see you, old man,” said Transley, shaking his hand cordially. “The wife has had so many good words for you I am almost jealous. What ho, Linder! By all that’s wonderful! You old prairie dog, why did you never look me up? I was beginning to think the Boche had got you.”
Grant introduced Murdoch, and Y.D. received them as cordially as had Transley. “Glad to see you fellows back,” he exclaimed. “I al’us said the Western men ‘ud put a crimp in the Kaiser, spite o’ hell an’ high water!”
“One thing the war has taught us,” said Grant, modestly, “is that men are pretty much alike, whether they come from west or east or north or south. No race has a monopoly of heroism.”