Plainly they expected a tremendous rush of business.

And no matter how you felt about war, the word "profits" at least had a pleasant sound.
"How has the war hit you, sir ?" Harold asked his father-in-law.
"Oh, so-so, I'll get on, my boy," was Roger's quiet answer.

For Harold was not quite the kind he would ever like to ask for aid.

Still, if the worst came to the worst, he would have someone to turn to.
* * * * * Long after they had left the house, he kept thinking over all they had said.

What an amazing time they had had, the two young scalawags.
Deborah was still in the room.