It's growing confoundedly hot in Wall Street." "Nothing serious, Henry ?" "It's always serious there." "Oh, well, you'll come out all right.

It's a way you have." Mr.Muir looked grim and troubled, but the piazza was dusky.

"She can't help me," he thought, "and if she was worrying she might hinder me.

Things are no worse, and they may soon be better.

If I had fifty thousand for a month, though, the strain would be over.