MISER'S GOLD He was passionately glad in the week that followed that Fate, prodigal in her gifts to him, had made him too an actor with a genius for convincing.

For he had to go on digging dots, feigning wild excitement when his heart was cold within him.

He hated spades.

He hated dirt.
He almost hated Hughie, who went from dot to dot upon the chart with unflagging zeal and system.

Kenny himself dug anywhere at any time and moodily escaped when he could to write letters.