Jane nodded agreement, her head on his shoulder.
"Pop says he'll give us half of what he got for the franchise when we get married," Jane offered slyly.
"Well, we won't take it," declared Speedy. "I'll make all the money we need. I'll see Mr. Donaldson and I'll get that job and I'll make good. I appreciate Pop's offer, but it isn't right to make it easy for young married people. They ought to get out and dig for a living. At least this particular young married couple will. Won't they?"
He looked at her so belligerently that she burst into soft laughter.
"You needn't get so excited about it," she chaffed. "I told Pop we wouldn't take his money a second after he offered it."
"That's right," said Speedy.
Then suddenly Jane slipped out of his arms, as she remembered something. She hurried over to the mantelpiece, above the fireplace, and took down an envelope that was lying there.
"The postman left this just before we went to the celebration," said Jane. "It's for you, Harold. It has a funny-looking stamp on it and it may be important. I was so excited about going to the banquet that I clean forgot all about it until just now."
She handed the letter to Speedy and settled down on the divan beside him. As soon as he saw the handwriting of the address, he turned pale. He quickly scrutinized the stamp and the post mark.
