"And what do the chicks live in after they come out?" asked Miss Trinkett, who knew something about farming, and with all her eccentricities was very practical.
"They live in brooders," said Jack, warming to his beloved subject. "If I could buy one brooder for a pattern I could make others like it. I'd have to fence off places for the chicks to run in, and that would take a little money. I suppose I'd have to have fifty-five or sixty dollars to start nicely with and have things in good shape."
"Nephew John," said Miss Betsey, solemnly, turning to Mr. Franklin, "I don't wish to interfere between parent and child, it's not my way; but if you have no other objections to Jackie's hen-making machine—I forget its outlandish name—I am willing, in fact I'd be very pleased, to advance him the money. What do you say to it?"
Jack sprang to his feet, and Cynthia enthusiastically threw her arms about Aunt Betsey's neck.
"You dear thing!" she whispered. "And you look sweet in your new hair." Upon which Miss Trinkett smiled complacently.
Mr. Franklin expostulated at first, but he was finally persuaded to give his consent. So it was finally settled.
"I will lend you seventy-five dollars," said Miss Trinkett. "You may be obliged to pay more than you think, and it's well to have a little on hand in case of emergencies."
MISS TRINKETT TOOK AN AFFECTIONATE FAREWELL THE NEXT DAY.
The next day Miss Trinkett took an affectionate farewell from her nieces and nephews, promising to send Jack the money by an early date.