Have you friends there?"
"None that I am aware of."
"Yet you receive letters from there?"
"That was a business letter."
Carl was quietly amused at Leonard's skillful questions,
but was determined not to give him any light on the subject.
Leonard tried another avenue of attack.
"Oh, dear!" he sighed, "I wish I was rich."
"I shouldn't mind being rich myself," said Carl,
with a smile.
"I suppose old Jennings must have a lot of money."
"Mr. Jennings, I presume, is very well off,"
responded Carl, emphasizing the title "Mr."
"If I had his money I wouldn't live in such Quaker style."
"Would you have him give fashionable parties?"
asked Carl, smiling.
"Well, I don't know that he would enjoy that;
but I'll tell you what I would do. I would buy
a fast horse--a two-forty mare--and a bangup buggy,
and I'd show the old farmers round here what fast driving is.
Then I'd have a stylish house, and----"
"I don't believe you'd be content to live in Milford, Leonard."
"I don't think I would, either, unless my business were here.
I'd go to New York every few weeks and see life."
"You may be rich some time, so that you can carry out your wishes."
"Do you know any easy way of getting money?"
asked Leonard, pointedly.
"The easy ways are not generally the true ways.
A man sometimes makes money by speculation,
but he has to have some to begin with."
"I can't get anything out of him," thought Leonard.
"Well, good-evening."
He crossed the street, and joined the man who has already
been referred to as boarding at the hotel.
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