wonder if he ever sees the New York papers."

Late each night the last of the grand old Brewster family went to
his bedroom where, after dismissing his man, he settled down at
his desk, with a pencil and a pad of paper. Lighting the candles,
which were more easily managed, he found, than lamps, and much
more costly, he thoughtfully and religiously calculated the
expenses for the day. "Nopper" Harrison and Elon Gardner had the
receipts for all moneys spent, and Joe Bragdon was keeping an
official report, but the "chief," as they called him, could not go
to sleep until he was satisfied in his own mind that he was
keeping up the average. For the first two weeks it had been easy--
in fact, he seemed to have quite a comfortable lead in the race.
He had spent almost $100,000 in the fortnight, but he realized
that the greater part of it had gone into the yearly and not the
daily expense-account. He kept a "profit and loss" entry in his
little private ledger, but it was not like any other account of
the kind in the world. What the ordinary merchant would have
charged to "loss" he jotted down on the "profit" side, and he was
continually looking for opportunities to swell the total.

Rawles, who had been his grandfather's butler since the day after
he landed in New York, came over to the grandson's establishment,
greatly to the wrath and confusion of the latter's Aunt Emmeline.
The chef came from Paris and his name was Detuit. Ellis, the
footman, also found a much better berth with Monty than he had had
in the house on the avenue. Aunt Emmeline never forgave her nephew
for these base and disturbing acts of treachery, as she called
them.