Now if he'd married her, and--You don't mind, Mart ?" she queried apprehensively.

"I just happen to feel that way, because I'm tired, I guess.

But the story was grand just the same, perfectly grand.
Where are you goin' to sell it ?" "That's a horse of another color," he laughed.
"But if you _did_ sell it, what do you think you'd get for it ?" "Oh, a hundred dollars.

That would be the least, the way prices go." "My! I do hope you'll sell it!" "Easy money, eh ?" Then he added proudly: "I wrote it in two days.

That's fifty dollars a day." He longed to read his stories to Ruth, but did not dare.