"The rest of us? Well, she isn't."
It appeared that Becky's fortune came from the Nantucket grandmother, and that there would be more when the Admiral died. It was really a very large fortune, well invested, and yielding an amazing income. One of the clauses of the grandmother's will had to do with the bringing up of Becky. Until she was of age she was to be kept as much as possible away from the distractions and temptations of modern luxury. The Judge and the Admiral had agreed that nothing could be better. The result, Randy said, was that nobody ever thought of Becky Bannister as rich.
"Yet those pearls that she wears are worth more than I ever expect to earn."
"It is rather like a fairy tale. The beggar-maid becomes a queen."
"You can see now why I can't offer her just youth and a fighting spirit."
"I wonder if Dalton knows."
"I don't believe he does," Randy said slowly. "I give him credit for that."
"He might have heard——"
"I doubt it. He hasn't mingled much, you know."