“Yes.” 

 “I think that the shares will go to a premium. And I see no reason why the railroad should not do. If I did not think so, I should not be fostering it. It may take time and, of course, more money than we think. But if nothing occurs to dash the public—no, I don’t see why it should not succeed. And if it does it will give such an impetus to the trade of the Valleys, three-fourths of which passes through our hands, as will repay us many times over.” 

 “I am glad you think so. I was not sure.” 

 “Because I led Grounds a little? Oh, that was fair enough. It does not follow from that, that honesty is not the banker’s only policy. Make no mistake about that. But I am going into the house now. Just bring me the note-issue book, will you? I must see how we stand. I shall be in the dining-room.” 

 But when Arthur went into the house a few minutes later he met Betty, who was crossing the hall. “Your father wanted this book,” he said. “Will you take it to him?” 

 But Betty put her hands behind her back. “Why? Where are you going?” 

 “You have forgotten that it is Saturday. I am going home.” 

 “Horrid Saturday! I thought that to-night, with father just back——” 

 “I wouldn’t go? If I don’t my mother will think that the skies have fallen. Besides, I am riding Clement’s mare, and if I don’t go, how is he to come back?” 

 “As you go at other times. On his feet.” 

 “Ah, well, very soon I shall have a horse of my own. You’ll see, Betty. We are all going to make our fortunes now.” 

 “Fortunes?”—with disdain. “Whose?” 

 “Your father’s for one.” 

 “Silly! He’s made his.” 

 “Then yours—and mine, Betty. Yours and mine—and Clement’s.” 

 “I don’t think he’ll thank you.” 

 “Then Rodd’s. But, no, we’ll not make Rodd’s. We’ll not make Rodd’s, Betty.” 

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