"I should lose--I should lose five pounds!" "This beats the Dutch! This is avarice! I allow you four thousand dollars a month!" said Septimus Rainer.
"Ah, but this is my own earned money!" Dorothy protested, flushing and smiling.
Suddenly there came a twinkle into Septimus Rainer's eye.

"Well," he said, "if you're ground down under the heel of a grasping employer, you're ground down, and you must go to Arcachon.

But I shall come, too." "Of course," said Tinker.

"You're--you're one of the family." "Thank you," said Septimus Rainer.

"I'm told that you English are slow about it.