what a confounded mess you've got us into?"

Conniston went back into the bath-room rather seriously. But a moment
later Hapgood heard him chuckling again.

The Japanese boy came to summon them, and they followed him, once more
clean and feeling respectable, into a cozy little breakfast-room where
their hostess was waiting for them. And over their cold meat, tinned
fruits and vegetables, and fresh milk Conniston told her of their
misfortune. She laughed with him at his account of the winning of the
two horses and seemed disposed to indorse his careless view of the
whole episode rather than Hapgood's pessimistic outlook.

"It's all right, I suppose, since Conniston has a rich father," Roger
admitted, with a sigh.

She regarded him curiously for a moment.

"Some men," she said, quietly, "have been known to go to work and make
money for themselves when they needed it."

Conniston told her of his little friend William, of Indian Creek,
adding, carelessly, "I'm glad I don't have to feel like that."

"You mean that you had rather have money given to you than to feel
that you had earned it yourself?"

"Quite naturally, Miss Crawford. My father is William Conniston,
Senior. Maybe you have heard of him?"