On the way home, they bought many cars; every car they saw, that
they liked, they bought. They bought, also, several houses, and a
yacht that they saw from the ferry-boat. And as soon as they had
deposited the most of their money in the bank, they went to a
pawnshop in Sixth Avenue and bought back many possessions that they
had feared they never would see again.

When they entered the flat, the thing they first beheld was Dolly's
two-dollar bill.

"What," demanded Carter, with repugnance, "is that strange piece of
paper?"

Dolly examined it carefully. "I think it is a kind of money," she
said, used by the lower classes."

They dined on the roof at Delmonico's. Dolly wore the largest of
the five hats still unsold, and Carter selected the dishes entirely
according to which was the most expensive. Every now and again they
would look anxiously down across the street at the bank that held
their money. They were nervous lest it should take fire.

"We can be extravagant to-night," said Dolly, "because we owe it to
Dromedary to celebrate. But from to-night on we must save. We've
had an awful lesson. What happened to us last month must never
happen again. We were down to a two-dollar bill. Now we have
twenty-five hundred across the street, and you have several
hundreds in your pocket. On that we can live easily for a year.
Meanwhile, you can write 'the' great American novel without having