order!" Jachin Fell smiled as he rapped on the desk before him. "Election of officers—no, wait! The first thing on hand is to give our company a name. Suggestions?"
"I was thinking of that last night," said Lucie, smiling a little. "Why not call it the 'American Prince Oil Company'?" And her eyes darted to Gramont merrily.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Jachin Fell. "My vote falls with yours, my dear—I'll fill in the blanks with that name. Now to the election of officers."
"I nominate Jachin Fell for president," said Gramont, quickly.
"Seconded!" exclaimed the girl, gaily, a little colour in her pale cheeks.
"Any other nominations? If not, so approved and ordered," rattled Fell, laughingly. "For the office of treasurer"
"Miss Lucie Ledanois!" said Gramont. "Move nominations be closed."
"Seconded and carried by a two-thirds vote of stockholders," chirped Fell in his toneless voice. "So approved and ordered. For secretary"
"Our third stockholder," put in Lucie. "He'll have to be an officer, of course!"
