she made a careful business of it. She gave the paper to Mr. Gamble,
and he felt foolish enough to kiss the signature. She found another
paper upon her lap and opened it mechanically. It was the
subscription list. Suddenly she burst into laughter.

"This last donation is from Angora!" she exclaimed. "That's a
generous subscription, Mr. Gamble; but I don't know whether to thank
you or the horse."

"Thank the goat, whoever that is," he suggested, smiling into her
eyes. Great Scott, what eyes they were! "Polly, Colonel Bouncer is
over there by the band stand. I'll give you a nickel's worth of
peanuts if you'll tell him what I'm doing."

Mr. Gresham turned olive green.

"Wait a minute, Miss Parsons," he protested. "Mr. Gamble, you manage
very nicely without Mr. Collaton. If you knew of a probable
purchaser for my property you have just taken a most unethical
advantage of me."

"You didn't have your fingers crossed," Gamble serenely reminded
him.

"Not once," corroborated Polly. "I watched him all the time. Just
leave the colonel to me, Johnny. I'll scare him to death on the way
here," and she hurried away upon her errand.

"I suppose I must take my medicine," said Gresham glumly. "I should
have sent you to my lawyer. I might have known that your business