honest desire to help Harold was the mischievous satisfaction of thwarting the stubborn Henry Lamb, for whom he had never entertained any high degree of esteem.
"It's wonderful! I can't begin to thank you, Uncle Peter," stammered Harold, red of face, shining of eye.
"Don't try then," Peter suggested. "Remember—it all depends on yourself. Show me you've got the stuff by selling these machines and I'll help you to the extent that you'll be able to squeeze through this Tate place. You won't be able to fling the money around like John Trask's boy. You'll have to mind the nickels and dimes, keep away from the speed boys. But you'll be able to go to college."
Peter pushed himself out of his swivel chair and held out his hand, indicating that the interview was over. At the door the steel magnate added, "I know you'll make good. You won't let a chance like this slip, will you?"
"You bet I won't! I'll put Acme Washing Machines all over Sanford County!" cried Harold fervently.
He walked on air to the door.
