“I’m glad of it,” he grumbled. “I always wanted her to be perfect in that. It’s time she was going into some good girls’ school, I think.”
“And papa gets in such a rage. I have to laugh. She teases him about it—the little imp. She offered to teach him to dance to-night. If he didn’t love her so he’d box her ears.”
“I can see that,” said Lester, smiling. “Him dancing! That’s pretty good!”
“She’s not the least bit disturbed by his storming, either.”
“Good for her,” said Lester. He was very fond of Vesta, who was now quite a girl.
So Jennie tripped on until his mood was modified a little, and then some inkling of what had happened came out. It was when they were retiring for the night. “Robert’s formulated a pretty big thing in a financial way since we’ve been away,” he volunteered.
“What is it?” asked Jennie, all ears.
“Oh, he’s gotten up a carriage trust. It’s something which will take in every manufactory of any importance in the country. Bracebridge was telling me that Robert was made president, and that they have nearly eight millions in capital.”
“You don’t say!” replied Jennie. “Well, then you won’t want to do much with your new company, will you?”
“No; there’s nothing in that, just now,” he said. “Later on I fancy it may be all right. I’ll wait and see how this thing comes out. You never can tell what a trust like that will do.”