how we spent the first one. No! What we must consider now is how we
can grow rich quick, and the quicker and richer, the better.
Pawning our clothes, or what's left of them, is bad economics.
There's no use considering how to live from meal to meal. We must
evolve something big, picturesque, that will bring a fortune. You
have imagination; I'm supposed to have imagination, we must think
of a plan to get money, much money. I do not insist on our plan
being dignified, or even outwardly respectable; so long as it keeps
you alive, it may be as desperate as--"

"I see!" cried Dolly; "like sending mother Black Hand letters!"

"Blackmail----" began that lady's son-in-law doubtfully.

"Or!" cried Dolly, "we might kidnap Mr. Carnegie when he's walking
in the park alone, and hold him for ransom. Or"--she rushed on--
"we might forge a codicil to father's will, and make it say if
mother shouldn't like the man I want to marry, all of father's
fortune must go to my husband!"

"Forgery," exclaimed Champneys, "is going further than I----"

"And another plan," interrupted Dolly," that I have always had in
mind, is to issue a cheaper edition of your book, 'The Dead Heat.'
The reason the first edition of 'The Dead Heat' didn't sell----"

"Don't tell ME why it didn't sell," said Champneys. "I wrote it!"

"That book," declared Dolly loyally, "was never properly
advertised. No one knew about it, so no one bought it!"