Seven times fifteen hundred is ten thousand five hundred dollars--more than you possess, and all eaten up by the boys' wages, with nothing to pay for bungalow, building, tools, quinine, trips to Sydney, and so forth." Sheldon shook his head gravely.

"You'll have to abandon the idea." "But I won't go to Sydney," she cried.

"I simply won't.

I'll buy in to the extent of my money as a small partner in some other plantation.

Let me buy in in Berande!" "Heaven forbid!" he cried in such genuine dismay that she broke into hearty laughter.
"There, I won't tease you.