"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"
"Not considering what money means and does nowadays. Mary's going out of her depth, so to speak and——"
"Say, look here!" exclaimed Ned. "You needn't worry about your girl. She's got a level head."
"Yes, I know. But when she gets among millionaires she's likely to lose that level."
"I don't believe so. Why, you're no poverty-stricken chap yourself, Tom, though I admit our bank account isn't as big as it will be when the dividends from the talking pictures will come in."
"I'm not one, two, six in money matters compared to the Winthrop family," complained Tom moodily. "They're filthy rich, and it isn't going to do Mary any good mixing up with that bunch."
"You mean she'll come back dissatisfied with the simple life of Shopton and vicinity?"
"That's what I fear."
"Oh, cheer up, disciple of gloom!" laughed Ned. "You'll find Mary just the same when she comes back as she is now. Is she eager to go?"
"That's just it!" complained Tom. "She seems very keen about it."