In Kenneth's buggy to the town, and during the five-mile drive Patsy counseled gravely with her shrewd uncle in regard to "ways and means." "This thing requires prompt action, Patsy," he said, "and if we're going to do things that count they've got to be done on a big scale." "True," she admitted.

"But oughtn't we to be a little careful about spending Kenneth's money ?" "I'll be your temporary banker," said the old gentleman, "and keep track of the accounts.

If we win we'll present Kenneth our bill, and if we fail I'll have the satisfaction of getting rid of some of that dreadful income that is swamping me." This was always Uncle John's cry.

His enormous fortune was a constant bugbear to him.

He had been so interested in his business enterprises for many years that he had failed to realize how his fortune was growing, and it astounded him to wake up one day and find himself possessed of many millions.