"Good ones are rather high, though," said Wade with a smile.

"Yes, but you see, sir"—Gordon looked apologetic—"you see I'll have a lot of money when I'm twenty-one. Aunt Mildred says I'll have more than is good for me and Prue says I must learn how to take care of it. It'll be—" he hesitated, eying Wade doubtfully as though not certain whether their friendship yet warranted such confidences—"it'll be pretty near two million dollars, I guess."

Wade opened his eyes.

"Well, that is some! I guess your sister is right, my boy; you want to learn just what money means before that comes to you. I don't suppose—your sister has anything like that much?"

But Gordon nodded, gazing gravely out of the window.

"Yes, she got half, sir. Sis says it's a nuisance, having so much money. But I guess that's just because she's a woman and doesn't understand business. And then,