business with your grandfather. I tell you what I'll do—tomorrow after I make a trip or two with the car I'll go up and call on the Inter-City people. They're the biggest transit outfit in town. And they have lines so situated that Pop's tracks might be valuable to them if they took a notion to connect up. That's what I'll do—go and see them. And if they're not interested, I'll call on some of the smaller companies."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if they really did want to buy and offered a big sum?" Jane speculated. "Grandfather could retire and we could buy a house and everything. None of us would have to worry any more."
"Don't fool yourself—I'll have to worry plenty," declared Speedy grimly. "As soon as things clear up here, I'm going to hunt a job. A real one, no fooling, and I'm going to work my head off at it. I never really had anything to work for before, but I have now—Jane."
"Meaning?" asked Jane mischievously, as if she didn't know already.
"Meaning—you," said Speedy, looking into her eyes.
In spite of herself, she blushed. Both were silent for a moment.
"I brought your lunch," said Jane, changing the intimate subject and pointing to the little suitcase she was carrying, the same one they had lost for a while in the sand at Coney Island.
"All right, let's go," laughed Speedy.
He urged Nellie on and the old car took up its
