I induced papa to say he'd double his stock in your company and give it to me.

He tells me I've enough to 'swing' control.

Isn't that jolly ?" "It's hilariously jolly," admitted Sam, but with an inward wince.
Control and Westlake were two words which did not make, for him, a cheerful juxtaposition.
"So now you'll have to be very nice indeed to me," went on Miss Westlake banteringly, "or I'm likely to vote with the other crowd." "I'll be just as nice to you as I know how," offered Sam.

"Just state what you want me to do and I'll do it." Miss Westlake did not state what she wanted him to do.

In place of that she whipped up her horse rather smartly, after a thoughtful silence, and joined Tilloughby, the three of them riding abreast.