He's got too much gold locked up to want silver for it." "My dear Zaidie," said Mrs.Van Stuyler, "what _have_ democratic and republican politics and bimetalism got to do with----" "With a trip in this wonderful vessel which Pop told me years ago could go up to the stars if it ever was made?
Why just this, Lord Redgrave is an Englishman and too rich to believe in anything but sound money, so is Uncle Russell, and there you have it, or should have." "I think I see what you mean, Miss Rennick," said their host, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head, as steamboat travellers are wont to do when seas are smooth and skies are blue.

"The _Astronef_ might come down like a vision from the clouds and preach the Gospel of Gold in electric rays of silver through the commonplace medium of the Morse Code.

How's that for poetry and practice ?" "I quite agree with his lordship as regards the practice," said Mrs.Van Stuyler, talking somewhat rudely across him to Zaidie.

"It would be an excellent use to put this wonderful invention to.

And then, I am sure his lordship would land us in Central Park, so that we could go to your Uncle's house right away." "No, no, I'm afraid I must ask you to excuse me there, Mrs.Van Stuyler," said Redgrave, with a change of tone which Miss Zaidie appreciated with a swiftly veiled glance.