“How would you feel if you were suddenly cut out just after such an awful remark had escaped out of you?”

Without sufficient reflection Sally responded: 

“I’d feel I was lucky I hadn’t got caught with it in me.”

Pride had forced him to say something, and as he could not think of any rational thing to say he flung that out.  Then he stole a base —­as he called it—­that is, slipped from the presence, to keep from being brayed in his wife’s discussion-mortar.

Six months came and went.  The Sagamore was still silent about Tilbury.  Meantime, Sally had several times thrown out a feeler—­that is, a hint that he would like to know.  Aleck had ignored the hints.  Sally now resolved to brace up and risk a frontal attack.  So he squarely proposed to disguise himself and go to Tilbury’s village and surreptitiously find out as to the prospects.  Aleck put her foot on the dangerous project with energy and decision.  She said: 

“What can you be thinking of?  You do keep my hands full!  You have to be watched all the time, like a little child, to keep you from walking into the fire.  You’ll stay right where you are!”

“Why, Aleck, I could do it and not be found out—­I’m certain of it.”

“Sally Foster, don’t you know you would have to inquire around?”

“Of course, but what of it?  Nobody would suspect who I was.”

“Oh, listen to the man!  Some day you’ve got to prove to the executors that you never inquired.  What then?”

He had forgotten that detail.  He didn’t reply; there wasn’t anything to say.  Aleck added: 

“Now then, drop that notion out of your mind, and don’t ever meddle with it again.  Tilbury set that trap for you.  Don’t you know it’s a trap?  He is on the watch, and fully expecting you to blunder into it.  Well, he is going to be disappointed—­at least while I am on deck.  Sally!”

“Well?”

“As long as you live, if it’s a hundred years, don’t you ever make an inquiry.  Promise!”

“All right,” with a sigh and reluctantly.

Then Aleck softened and said: 

“Don’t be impatient.  We are prospering; we can wait; there is no hurry.  Our small dead-certain income increases all the time; and as to futures, I have not made a mistake yet—­they are piling up by the thousands and tens of thousands.  There is not another family in the state with such prospects as ours.  Already we are beginning to roll in eventual wealth.  You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Aleck, it’s certainly so.”

“Then be grateful for what God is doing for us and stop worrying.  You do not believe we could have achieved these prodigious results without His special help and guidance, do you?”

Hesitatingly, “N-no, I suppose not.”  Then, with feeling and admiration, “And yet, when it comes to judiciousness in watering a stock or putting up a hand to skin Wall Street I don’t give in that you need any outside amateur help, if I do wish I—­”