“‘Now, then,’ Nate goes on, ’Augustus, my boy, what are you and that simple, childlike girl goin’ to do with all that money?  How are you goin’ to take care of it?  You and ‘Livia—­you mustn’t mind my callin’ her that ‘cause she’s goin’ to be one of the family so soon—­you’ll want to be fussin’ with science and such, and you won’t have no time to attend to the finances.  You’ll need a good, safe person to be your financial manager.  Well, you know me and you know your Aunt Huldy Ann.  We know all about financin’; we’ve had experience.  You just let us handle the bonds and coupons and them trifles.  We’ll invest ’em for you.  We’ll be yours and ’Livia’s financial managers.  As for our wages, maybe they’ll seem a little high, but that’s easy arranged.  And—­’

“Gus interrupted then.  ‘Oh, that’s all settled,’ he says.  ’Olivia and I have planned all that.  When we’re married we shall devote our lives to social work—­to settlement work.  All the money we ever get we shall use to help the poor.  We don’t want any of it.  We shall live among the poor, live just as frugally as they do.  Our money we shall give—­every cent of it—­to charity and—­’

“‘Lord sakes!’ yells Nate, ’don’t talk that way!  Don’t!  Be you crazy, too?  Why—­’

“But Gus went on, talkin’ a steady streak about livin’ in a little tenement in what he called the ‘slums’ and chuckin’ the money to this tramp and that, till Nate’s head was whirlin’.  ’Twa’n’t no joke.  He meant it and so did she, and they was just the pair of loons to do it, too.

“Afore Nate had a chance to think up anything sensible to say, Olivia comes hollerin’ for Gus to hurry.  Off he went, and Nate followed along, holdin’ his head and staggerin’ like a voter comin’ home from a political candidate’s picnic.  All he could think of was:  ’This the end of all my plannin’!  What—­what’ll Huldy Ann say to this?’

“Nate found the professor bolstered up in his chair, with the other two standin’ alongside.  He was layin’ down the law about that blessed aeroplane.

“‘No! no!  No!  I tell you!’ he roars, ’I’ll see no doctor.  My invention is ready at last, and, if I’m goin’ to die, I’ll die successful.  Tolliver, you’ve been a faithful worker with me, and yours shall be the privilege of makin’ the first flight.  Wheel me to the window, Olivia, and let me see my triumph.’

“But Olivia didn’t move.  Instead, she looked at Augustus and he at her.  ‘Wheel me to the window!’ yells Dixland.  ‘Tolliver, what are you waitin’ for?  The doors are open, the aeroplane is ready.  Go this instant and fly.’

“Augustus was a bird all right, ‘cordin’ to Nate’s opinion, but he didn’t seem anxious to spread his wings.  He was white, and them nerves of his was all in a twitter.  If ever there was a scart critter, ’twas him then.

“‘Go out and fly,’ says Nate to him, pretty average ugly.  ’Don’t you hear the boss’s order?  Here, professor, I’ll push you to the window.’