"He's a hard man in money matters," said Darwin K. Anthony's son.
"I believe I enjoy the distinction of being the only person who
ever made him loosen."

"All successful men are cautious," Weeks declared. "But if he knew
the wonderful opportunities this country presents--" The speaker
leaned forward, while his chair creaked dangerously, and said,
with impressiveness, "My dear sir, do you realize that a cocoa
palm after it is seven years old drops a nut worth five cents
every day in the year and requires no care whatever except to
gather the fruit?"

"No."

"Fact! And we grow the best ones in the world right here. But the
demand is increasing so rapidly that in ten years there will be a
famine. Think of it--a famine of cocoanuts!" Mr. Weeks paused to
lend dramatic effect.

"That's fierce," Kirk acknowledged. "What are they good for?"

"Eating! People make cakes out of them, and oil, and candy. Good
cocoanut land can be bought for fifty cents an acre, selected
seeds for five cents each, labor is sixty cents a day. No frosts,
no worms, no bugs. You sit still and they drop in your lap."

"The bugs?"

"No! No! The cocoanuts."