Shall I tell you about it ?" She nodded with the same eagerness with which ten years before she might have answered an inquiry as to whether he should tell her a fairy-story.
"Well, it was on a coal-mine in Pennsylvania.

I'm afraid my report is going to be a disappointment to the firm.

The mine's good, a sound, rich vein, and the labor conditions aren't bad; but there's one fatal defect--a car shortage on the only railroad that reaches it.

They can't make a penny on their old mine until that's met, and that can't be straightened out for a year, anyhow; and so I shall report against it." "Car shortage," said Miss Severance.

"I never should have thought of that.