"They say Porteous will peg the market at twenty-six."

"Well he ought to. Corn is worth that."

"Never saw such a call for margins in my life. Some of the houses
called eight cents."

Page turned to Mrs. Wessels: "By the way, Aunt Wess'; look at that
man there by the box office window, the one with his back towards
us, the one with his hands in his overcoat pockets. Isn't that Mr.
Jadwin? The gentleman we are going to meet to-night. See who I
mean?"

"Who? Mr. Jadwin? I don't know. I don't know, child. I never saw
him, you know."

"Well I think it is he," continued Page. "He was to be with our
party to-night. I heard Mrs. Cressler say she would ask him. That's
Mr. Jadwin, I'm sure. He's waiting for them, too."

"Oh, then ask him about it, Page," exclaimed Laura. "We're missing
everything."

But Page shook her head:

"I only met him once, ages ago; he wouldn't know me. It was at the
Cresslers, and we just said 'How do you do.' And then maybe it isn't
Mr. Jadwin."