time I ever had any relations, and I'm tickled stiff!"

"So am I!" agreed Johnny heartily, figuring vaguely that somebody or
other must have married.

"You are just in the nick of time, Gamble," Gresham quietly stated
with a deliberate intention of humiliating this child of no one.
"Miss Polly has a subscription list which she wants you to
complete."

"He's too late," replied Polly with a flash of her eyes in Gresham's
direction. "Mr. Loring just closed up that list," and she winked
vigorously at Loring.

"Loring's my friend," Gamble said with a cheerful laugh. "I have
check-writer's cramp. Who's to get the loving cup?"

"The loving cup's a bottle," Polly returned. "This is a baby's
benefit. It's Constance's pet scheme and I'm crazy about it. We've
found a big, hundred-room summer hotel, with two hundred acres of
ground, on a high bluff overlooking the ocean; and we're going to
turn it into a free hotel for sickly babies and their mothers. Isn't
that some scheme?"

"I'm so strong for it I ache!" announced Mr. Gamble with fervor.
"Put me down for--" He checked himself ruefully. "I forgot I was
broke!" Gresham shrugged his shoulders in satisfaction.

"You'll take something for that," Polly confidently comforted her
friend Gamble. "There's G. W. Mason & Company, Johnny. Take me over