door on him, and muttered, 'Well, I'll be damned.' Just like that he said it, 'Well, I'll be damned.' His face turned red and he was so confused that he forgot to tip me. But he must have recovered himself quickly, for the cab hadn't gone fifty feet before it turned around and came back. He leaned out of the door.
"'Look here, Professor,' he said, 'this is too much. What can I do for you?'
"'I closed the cab door for you,' I answered. 'According to common custom you might give me a dime.'
"'Bother that!' he snorted. 'I mean something substantial.'
"He was certainly serious—a twinge of ossified conscience or something; and so I considered with grave deliberation for a moment.
"His face was quite expectant when I began my answer, but you should have seen it when I finished.
'"You might give me back my home,' I said, 'and my stock in the Sierra Mills.'"
Father paused.
"What did he say?" I questioned eagerly.
"What could he say?" He said nothing. But I said, 'I hope you are happy.' He looked at me curiously. 'Tell me, are you happy?' I asked.
"He ordered the cabman to drive on, and went away swearing horribly. And he didn't give me the dime, much less the home and stock; so you see, my dear,
