“Not one.”
“Did you see the notices in the newspapers?”
“No, what notices?”
“Notices for you to come back. Father did not lose his fortune. It was a mistake in the telegram from Chicago, the margin was on the right side and all was explained when the broker wrote. Father nearly recovered and is very well.”
“What of Fred Reingold?” I stammered.
“Married six months ago to Bessie Loudon.”
“I have got the gold,” I said.
“And we don’t want it,” Edith answered.
In our library, under a glass case, stands the skeleton hand holding the Greek Testament. Now and then I point out this hand to the new baby whose name is Simeon.