They spoke of you during the game and I guess you could get backing to any amount in that crowd." "Thanks for the tip," returned Johnny.

"I may need it." "You're going to give us our apartment-house property, aren't you ?" Mrs.Slosher knew by his very appearance.
"It's only a matter of closing the deal," Johnny told her with a perfectly justifiable smile which Constance, from a distance, criticized severely.

He drew an envelope from his pocket and took from it a paper which he passed to Mr.Slosher.
It was a written offer from the De Luxe Apartments Company for three hundred thousand dollars.
"That makes my offer, then--at five per cent, advance--three hundred and fifteen thousand," figured Slosher.

"Is that a bargain ?" Johnny, glancing contentedly about the big inclosure, saw Jim Guff waiting impatiently for a chance to speak with him.
"It's a bargain," he agreed, and pretty little Mrs.Slosher nodded her head vehemently with innocent joy.
Gresham passed them by and tipped his hat to Mrs.Slosher, including Mr.Slosher in the greeting.

A pleasant idea struck Johnny.
"You scarcely intend to build your colored apartment-house under your own name ?" he suggested.
"Indeed, no!" laughed Mrs.Slosher happily.