“Land, thirty thousand for ten—­in a year!  Let’s jam in the whole capital and pull out ninety!  I’ll write and subscribe right now —­tomorrow it maybe too late.”

He was flying to the writing-desk, but Aleck stopped him and put him back in his chair.  She said: 

“Don’t lose your head so.  We mustn’t subscribe till we’ve got the money; don’t you know that?”

Sally’s excitement went down a degree or two, but he was not wholly appeased.

“Why, Aleck, we’ll have it, you know—­and so soon, too.  He’s probably out of his troubles before this; it’s a hundred to nothing he’s selecting his brimstone-shovel this very minute.  Now, I think—­”

Aleck shuddered, and said: 

“How can you, Sally!  Don’t talk in that way, it is perfectly scandalous.”

“Oh, well, make it a halo, if you like, I don’t care for his outfit, I was only just talking.  Can’t you let a person talk?”

“But why should you want to talk in that dreadful way?  How would you like to have people talk so about you, and you not cold yet?”

“Not likely to be, for one while, I reckon, if my last act was giving away money for the sake of doing somebody a harm with it.  But never mind about Tilbury, Aleck, let’s talk about something worldly.  It does seem to me that that mine is the place for the whole thirty.  What’s the objection?”

“All the eggs in one basket—­that’s the objection.”

“All right, if you say so.  What about the other twenty? 
What do you mean to do with that?”

“There is no hurry; I am going to look around before I do anything with it.”

“All right, if your mind’s made up,” signed Sally.  He was deep in thought awhile, then he said: 

“There’ll be twenty thousand profit coming from the ten a year from now.  We can spend that, can we, Aleck?”

Aleck shook her head.

“No, dear,” she said, “it won’t sell high till we’ve had the first semi-annual dividend.  You can spend part of that.”

“Shucks, only that—­and a whole year to wait!  Confound it, I—­”

“Oh, do be patient!  It might even be declared in three months —­it’s quite within the possibilities.”

“Oh, jolly! oh, thanks!” and Sally jumped up and kissed his wife in gratitude.  “It’ll be three thousand—­three whole thousand! how much of it can we spend, Aleck?  Make it liberal!—­do, dear, that’s a good fellow.”

Aleck was pleased; so pleased that she yielded to the pressure and conceded a sum which her judgment told her was a foolish extravagance —­a thousand dollars.  Sally kissed her half a dozen times and even in that way could not express all his joy and thankfulness.  This new access of gratitude and affection carried Aleck quite beyond the bounds of prudence, and before she could restrain herself she had made her darling another grant—­a couple of thousand out of the fifty or sixty which she meant to clear within a year of the twenty which still remained of the bequest.  The happy tears sprang to Sally’s eyes, and he said: