The young man laughed.

"Wouldn't you like an aëroplane better, Fan? I believe I would."

"You could keep it in the barn; couldn't you, Jim?"

"No," derided Jim, "the barn isn't what you'd call up-to-date. I
require a hangar--or whatever you call 'em."

The girl smothered a sigh.

"If we weren't so poor--" she began.

"Well?"

"Oh--lots of things.... They say that Orr girl has heaps of money."

"Who says so?" demanded her brother roughly.

"Why, everybody. Joyce Fulsom told me her father said so; and he
ought to know. Do you suppose--?"

"Do I suppose what?"

Jim's tone was almost savage.

"What's the matter with you, Jim?"

Fanny's sweet voice conveyed impatience, almost reproach. It was as