"What was it all about ?" "Oh, the same danged old story!" "You mean she wants you to try something new when you get well ?" Alice asked, with cheerful innocence.

"So we could all have a lot more money ?" At this his sorrowful forehead was more sorrowful than ever.

The deep horizontal lines moved upward to a pattern of suffering so familiar to his daughter that it meant nothing to her; but he spoke quietly.

"Yes; so we wouldn't have any money at all, most likely." "Oh, no!" she laughed, and, finishing with her blouse, patted his cheeks with both hands.

"Just think how many grand openings there must be for a man that knows as much as you do! I always did believe you could get rich if you only cared to, papa." But upon his forehead the painful pattern still deepened.