"He might have a perfectly pardonable
interest in being Interested in the twins--solely on his sister's
account, however--solely an the part of his sister."
"Um!" murmured Jack. "That's neither here nor there. To carry it a
little further, and still discussing the twins, there is Ed Foster,
who is always at college when he is not fishing. He has money to
burn, and so he's going to set fire to some of it by entrusting it
to the New City Bank.
"Not quite money to burn," said Ed as he carefully threw out the
baited hook again. "I've about twenty thousand dollars that came
from father's estate, and it is stipulated that it must be most
carefully secured. I think the new bank a good investment. But as
for that being a drawing-card in my favor, why look to yourself.
Here's Jack Kimball," went on Ed, "the best musician at Exmouth. The
girls' pet, and, altogether, a very nice boy. I believe that's
all--no, hold on. I never said a word about your weakness for
chicken potpie, although you did appropriate my dish the last day at
college."
"I was hungry," pleaded Jack. "But I thank you for your considerate
description. Do you think that you now have the Chelton folks to
rights?"
"We haven't touched on Walter Pennington.
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