"If you keep on at the rate of five thousand dollars an hour you'll have your million in two hundred hours," Constance figured for him. 

 "I won't work Sundays, evenings, holidays or birthdays," he objected. 

 "How fussy!" commented Polly. "Which was the kind horse?" 

 "A goat by the name of Angora," he replied. 

 "That race should call for an inquiry," sternly stated Gresham. 

 "You must have bet on the favorite," returned Gamble, and laughed when Gresham winced. Not a shade of Gresham's expression was escaping him now. 

 "We all did," acknowledged Constance smilingly. "This is the first time I ever bet on the races; and I sent down to bet on every horse in this last one, so I'll be sure to win just once. I suppose you attend the races frequently, Mr. Gamble?" 

 "I'll give you one more guess," he returned. "I don't like to walk home." 

 "You won't have to walk this time," she reminded him. 

 "Not while I ride!" asserted Polly stoutly. 

 "I'm so glad you won, Johnny. I guess you'll stay in Baltimore now." 

 "And give this back? I'll get an injunction against myself first. Polly, I owe you twenty-five hundred dollars. Here's the money." 

 "This is so sudden," she coyly observed. "My memory's poor, though, Johnny." 

 "It's a promise I made myself: If I won this bet half of the winnings belonged to the babies' hotel." 

 "Wait, Johnny," objected Polly, pushing the money away from her. "I'd rather have you on the new subscription list, by and by, for the furnishing and remodeling fund." 

 "I'll go on both of them," he offered, putting the money in her lap. "You ought to know that I stick." 

 "Yes, you do," she sighed, and passed him the list, covertly pointing out Gresham's name as she did so and showing the amount opposite it to be one hundred dollars. 

 "Mr. Gamble wants to make sure that you'll get it," sneered Gresham, and laughed. He was anxious to belittle 

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