“Is this one of your jokes, Jack?” asked Millie, handing him the envelope.
“I’m not in the habit of joking in matters of business,” replied Jack, with a serio-comic expression.
“Then you really are dabbling in stocks, which you ought not to do,” said Millie, severely.
“Do you take me for a kid, Miss Price?” asked the boy, trying hard to suppress a grin.
“‘Miss Price’! Come—I like that!” she exclaimed, flashing a half-reproachful glance at him.
“I was only teasing you, Millie. Yes; I have been fooling a bit with the market. Eleven days ago I bought on the usual ten-per-cent margin one hundred and twenty-five shares of L. S. at thirty-six. I am going to sell out at once.”
Millie grabbed up that morning’s “Wall Street Indicator” and ran her eyes down the list of stock quotations.
“Here it is: L. S. closing price, seventy-six. Jack Hazard! You don’t mean to say——”
The girl stopped through sheer amazement.
“I don’t mean to say what?” laughed Jack.