"You're a hell of a father, you are--counting the pennies on his own daughter! I told you this was no piker's game, and you agreed to it--so cut out the idea you're in any nickel-in-the-slot business!" Old Jimmie felt physical pain at the thought of parting from money on such a scale.

His earlier plans concerning Maggie had never contemplated any such extravagance.

But he was silenced by the dominant force behind Barney's sarcasm.
"Miss Grierson--she's your companion--knows what's what about clothes," continued Barney to Maggie.

"Here's the dope as I've handed it to her.
You're an orphan from the West, with some dough, who's come to New York as my ward and Jimmie's and we want you to learn a few things.

To her and to any new people we meet I'm your cousin and Jimmie is your uncle.
You've got that all straight ?" "Yes," said Maggie.
"You're to use another name.