"Oh, for heaven's sake, stop rubbing it in!" fumed Gault. "Come
on home! It's getting cold. I ought to thank the Lord for not
having you anywhere near me in Wall Street, girl! You'd send me
under the hammer in a week."

He kicked the accelerator, and the little car whizzed off in the
twilight.

"Chum," observed Ferris, gaping after it. "Chum, I guess the good
Lord built that gal the same day He built YOU. If He did--well,
He sure done one grand day's work!"



CHAPTER IV. The Choice

Luck had come at last to the Ferris farm. Link's cash went into
improvements on the place, instead of going into the
deteriorating of his inner man. And he worked the better. A sulky
man is ever prone to be an inefficient man. And Link no longer
sulked.

All this-combined with a wholesale boom in local agriculture, and
especially in truck gardening--had wrought wonders in Link's farm
and in Link's bank account. Within three years of Ferris's
meeting with Chum the place's last mortgage was wiped out and a
score of needed repairs and improvements were installed. Also the
man had a small but steadily growing sum to his credit in a
Paterson savings bank.