"I'm sorry for myself. It looks as if I had a poor head for business."
"Oh, you'll learn," consoled his father. "It takes time."
"Yes, and there's Uncle Ezra waiting for me," went on Dick, as though he could see the harsh old man outside in a carriage, waiting to carry him off to the gloomy Firs. "When he hears of this he'll think sure I'm doomed to go and board with him."
"The year is quite a way from being completed," said Mr. Hamilton. "Lots of things may happen before your next birthday."
"I hope they do," said Dick, rather ruefully. "Anyway, I have my milk stock. They didn't send for another assessment while I was away, did they?"
"No, and I see the stock has advanced in value a point or two."
"Then I may be all right, after all. But I think I'll be on the lookout for another investment, and it's not going to be a gold mine, either," finished Dick.
It was about a week after this that, coming down to breakfast one morning, Dick was met by the butler.
"There's a gentleman waiting to see you, Master Dick," said the servant.
"To see me, Gibbs? Who is it?"
"I don't know, but he came very early and he