"That's wonderful," declared Jane. "We'll put it in the bank and maybe soon we can buy that darling little place in the country."
Speedy was very sober.
"Say, I'm an awful loafer," he said suddenly. "Tomorrow I'm going to land a good job—one that I'll keep. And I'm going to work hard and save my money and—"
"That would be great, Harold," Jane said warmly. "You're getting too old to be so happy-go-lucky and careless. Sometimes I think you'll never settle down."
"Oh, yes, I will. You'll see." He reached over shyly and took her hand. "And then can we get married, Jane?" he asked softly.
She did not answer for a minute or so. In the half-darkness he could not tell whether or not there were really tears in her eyes.
"We'll see," Jane said finally. "But you'll have to prove yourself first. You'll have to grow up and beaman. We're all so poor now." She added with a sudden recollection, "Unless granddad sells his franchise. I heard Mr. Carter talking to him about it yesterday."
Speedy scowled, "Oh, darn Mr. Carter," he exclaimed. "I don't like that fellow. There's something phoney about him."
"That shows how much you know about him," pouted Jane.
Steven Carter was the main topic of their conversation until the van came to a halt a half hour later and Herman, the Feeley's chief driver, opened
