Rodney. I’ve got a thousand in the bank; the aeroplane’s worth four—it cost eight.
Peale. Then if you’re lucky it might sell for two.
Rodney. The motors ought to bring another four. That’d be seven, isn’t that something?
Peale. Seven thousand is not to be spoken of venomously, but in advertising—well, going easy, it might last you a week.
Mary. I have a——
Peale. Some money?
Rodney. We couldn’t take money from you.
Mary. No, I know a—a man that might put in five thousand.
Rodney. That’s twelve.