They were now worth three hundred million dollars; they were in every board of directors of every prodigious combine in the country; and still as time drifted along, the millions went on piling up, five at a time, ten at a time, as fast as they could tally them off, almost.

The three hundred double itself--then doubled again--and yet again--and yet once more.
Twenty-four hundred millions! The business was getting a little confused.

It was necessary to take an account of stock, and straighten it out.

The Fosters knew it, they felt it, they realized that it was imperative; but they also knew that to do it properly and perfectly the task must be carried to a finish without a break when once it was begun.

A ten-hours' job; and where could THEY find ten leisure hours in a bunch?
Sally was selling pins and sugar and calico all day and every day; Aleck was cooking and washing dishes and sweeping and making beds all day and every day, with none to help, for the daughters were being saved up for high society.