"This evening. I ought to be on my way to his hotel now."
"Then do not let me detain you longer."
"I guess he'll wait."
"I will speak to my two sisters and my mother to-night, and I will let you know to-morrow what they think of the matter. If they do not consent, I can let you have twenty-five dollars on my own account, anyway."
"Thank you. But, supposing the venture doesn't pay? We may go all to pieces on the road."
"I'll risk that—with you," smiled Ida Bartlett. "If you cannot make it pay in one place, I know you'll soon find some other place where it will pay. The main thing is to make sure that this Andrew Dilks is honest. I would not like to hear of you being swindled."
"Nor would I want to be swindled," smiled Matt. "It wouldn't pay, and, besides, I might find it a hard job to pay back what I had borrowed."
"You may make a fortune!"
"I would be content if we made a good living."
"And you would be able to see a good part of the country."
" That's the best part of it—to me. I hate to stay in one place all the while. Besides"—Matt
