“Yes, Uncle Peter thinks we better not invest it in that house just now,” she went on.  “He has a better plan.  You are to give him the money and he will invest it for you.”

“Ah!” I said.

“But that isn’t the real surprise,” she cooed.

“It will do,” I answered.

“Uncle Peter is so delighted that you have kept your promise to me not to speculate any more that he has planned—­oh!  I nearly told, and it’s such a secret!”

Then I went over into a corner and got busy with my thoughts.

Bunch and I would have to get Petroskinski to work in a hurry.

We both needed the money.

CHAPTER III.

JOHN HENRY GETS BUSY.

We were a half-hour early for my appointment with Signor Petroskinski when Bunch and I strolled into the cafe of the Hotel Astor the next day.

“Bunch,” I said, when the waiter had forced a confession from us, “there’s doings out home.  Clara J. tipped me off last night that I must hand over my five thousand plunks to be properly invested by the Mayor of Ruraldene.”

“Uncle Peter!” chuckled Bunch.

“Now I can’t tip my hand to the old gentleman and have him lecture me all over the place, can I, Bunch?”

“Not unless you want your wife to know that you sprained your promise.”

“Then it’s up to me to press the button and start my get-rich-quick concern,” I said.  “I simply can’t go home and hand them a sad drool about being coaxed into the Street and being trimmed for my coin—­nix!  The only thing to do is to go out and get it back, and get it quick, eh, Bunch?”

“You bet, John,” Bunch agreed.  “I spent last evening with Alice and I felt like phony money all the time.  She’s going right ahead with the wedding preparations and I simply hadn’t the nerve to tell her that I lost nearly every penny I had.  Uncle William Grey tiptoed into the parlor for a few moments and began to congratulate me on the good reports he had had from Alice with regard to my ability to save a bit of money.  I could feel myself shrivelling up as he talked and the parlor began to turn around and start for the Bennings track.”

“I know the feeling,” I said earnestly.  “There was a time, Bunch, that whenever my wife mentioned the word money to me I could see a horse come into the room and shake his mane at me.”

“And then,” Bunch continued, “Uncle William said to me, ’Jefferson, my boy, Alice tells me you’ve already saved up five thousand, and I’m proud of you.  I didn’t like you at first, because I thought you were a harum scarum like your friend, John Henry; but now that you’ve developed such manly traits of character I’m going to take four thousand of your money, put the same amount in for Alice, and start you in business.’  Say, John, I wanted to go through the parlor floor and on through the earth and then out through the busiest fort at Port Arthur, and let a Jap shell knock my silly head off.”